My third week at Legacy, Cole and I were doing another report review. We had become really good at it, and I was now more able to anticipate his needs.
By the time I finally glanced at the digital clock on my tablet, I froze.
2:00 PM.
Cole’s strict lunch slot was from 1:30 PM to 2:30 PM. I was supposed to have called the bistro an hour ago.
Panicking slightly, I stood up.
“Sir, I am so, so sorry. I completely lost track of time and forgot to arrange lunch but I’ll do it now.”
Cole leaned back in his chair. He looked up at me, a slow, oddly amused look in his eye.
“Thirty minutes late, Ms. Storm,” Cole noted, checking his watch with mock severity.“Tsk tsk tsk. Coming from Ms. Google Calendar herself. I must say, dropping the ball on our own schedule is a bold look.”
I groaned.
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