“Yes, actually we are having a few problems.”
“Oh, dear!” She frowns sadly.
“Oh, dear, indeed.”
“I’m sorry. Maybe you two need a weekend away.”
“We just had one,” I tersely remind her.
“That’s right. And it didn’t do the trick, huh?”
“It’s more complicated than that.” I reach for a file on my desk and start to browse through its contents.
“Well, I guess it’s not just PMS. I was beginning to wonder. . .”
“I think you should get to work,” I curtly reply.
“Yeah, boss, I’m on it.”
I realize that I’ve nothing to dissuade her from what lies ahead. She’s innocently engaged with villains and here I sit doing nothing but stew in the midst of this dilemma.
After mulling options for a few minutes, I pick up the phone, dialing Daniel’s New York hotel.
“Checked out? He can’t be!” I excla
