OCEANS.
"The meeting is in thirty minutes, sir," Tim reminded me, and I immediately felt the need to replace him. Since on the flight, I'd found his voice rather too annoying, and now his very presence repulsed me.
"And the board..."
"Leave, Tim," I said, still looking at my phone and wondering if calling a third time would make me look desperate.
"Sir?" He asked.
"Get the f**k out, Tim!" I almost yelled at him.
He didn't hesitate. He gathered his tabs and whatever the f**k he had brought into my suit and disappeared through the door in under five seconds.
Good.
I needed the silence more than I needed the thirty-minute warning.
It was probably around 10PM back in New York. I didn't want to believe she was already asleep. And even though she was, two calls missed? That's unlike her
