“Why do we have to go out tonight?”
Beau looked over at her husband. His pout was so much like his son’s that she had to blink a couple of times to bring him into focus. Philip was dressed in a dark, gray suit. Or was that actually dark blue? She couldn’t tell, in the low light of the car’s dashboard.
“You said yourself,” she said, “now that the callers are taking on a bulk of the work, we have more time to do things together.”
Beau still had yet to meet with the consultant, Yohance Stanley. They’d planned for a sit down two days ago, but business had called him out of the country, indefinitely. She had visited his calling center. It was a renovated warehouse with desk upon desk of rotary phones. The Millennials seated in the office chairs looked out of place, with cords dangling down t
