Sean reclined along the full back seat of the SUV when his phone chirped with a text message. He sat up, grasping the device in anticipation. One glance showed it was from Emerson. He thumbed the screen to see the whole message.
It’s been a slow morning. Not much happening which makes time seem to stand still. How’d your interview go?
Sean glanced at the clock. Just after noon. He must be on his lunch break. Typing quickly, Sean sent a text back, in hopes of getting a conversation going.
Sorry it’s slow. Interview went well. Nothing fancy.
He hit send and waited with bated breath. A reply came almost instantly.
Thursdays are usually slow, so it’s nothing new. Glad your interview was good. What was it for?
Sean clutched the phone to his chest and inhaled deeply. His heartbeat already
