(Brad)
I heard it from Derek.
He mentioned it the way he mentioned most things, casually, in passing. We were in the break room and he was talking about a property development in Midtown that his wife had been following and somehow Lena's name came up in the middle of it.
I looked at him. "How do you know about that?"
"My wife knows the client," he said.
He poured his coffee and walked out and left me standing there.
I stayed in the break room for a few minutes after he left.
I didn't know what to do with what I was feeling and that bothered me more than the information itself. It wasn't anger exactly. It wasn't jealousy. It was something that sat between the two and had no clean name and I didn't like sitting with things I couldn't name.
I had told Lena to pull back from the busin
