Hazel
"She should excuse us."
I swallowed hard enough to hear it myself.
I didn't look at Elvis, didn't need to. I already knew he wasn't going to say anything. I picked up my things and stood.
"We have a business party tonight," Elvis said, just as I reached the door. "Several delegates will be attending."
I turned. He was sliding his black card across the desk toward me.
"Go with the driver. Get something for the event."
I looked at the card for a second, then picked it up. Under normal circumstances, your boss handing you his black card would feel like a lottery. Today, it didn't land the way it should have.
‘No one of importance. Just my assistant.’
The words were still sitting in my chest. I left without saying anything.
I didn't wait for the chauffeur.
I walked the length
