As I exit the elevator my phonebuzzes.
I smile. A text from mygirl.
Daniella: I’m on my way. Stacy is going downtown today and is going to drop me off. Shall I bringcoffee?
I’m glad she’s getting a ride. She was to take an Uber even though I offered to allow her to use the Beamer I have parked in mygarage.
Me: No. And you need acar.
Daniella: No. I told you I hate driving in Los Angelestraffic.
Me: You’restubborn.
Daniella: That’s not exactly breaking news, Mr. Michaels. But since we have resorted to pointing out the obvious…you’re quitebossy.
Me: That’s right. Now hurry up and get to work. I’ve missedyou.
