Chapter 8
Sean hadn’t called the night before. Emerson was surprised at how sad the lack made him. Sean had texted, though, informing Emerson that he got wrapped up in his project and didn’t have a minute to spare. He’d apologized, and it had seemed sincere.
The life of a celebrity didn’t cater to normal people like Emerson. He should be thankful Sean remembered to even text.
The walk to the office Friday morning wasn’t nearly as chilly. The press of people on both sides of him blocked out the bite of the wind as well. The scarf tucked around his neck would have to be discarded on the trek home.
Up in his cubicle, Rob inquired about Emerson’s evening. Emerson gave him a rundown, the highlights including watching Sunset Boulevard with Ninotchka and cutting his toenails.
“So no date wit
