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“That’s right. We knocked off a little early as we’d finished the project. We all wanted to celebrate, just have a drink—and talk it through again.”
“Whose idea was it to go have a drink, and at that particular bar?”
“I … I’m not sure. It was more or less a group decision. It’s the usual watering hole for the company. It’s so close, and it’s a nice spot. Joe may have suggested the drink, and we’d all just assumed that’s where. We left together, arrived together. Grabbed bar seats. Actually, it was already crowded, and I stood at the bar. I couldn’t stay long. I left a few minutes after five, took the car service to the transpo station.”
“You must have had your presentation, your overnight, briefcase.”
“In the car. I’d given all but my briefcase to the driver.”
“Did anything strike you as odd or unusual at the bar?”
“Nothing. It seemed like the typical happy hour crowd. I saw a few people from the office spread around.”
“You go there a lot?”
“Once or twice a week, yes. With coworkers, or with a client.”
“So you see a lot of the same faces.”
“Yeah. People you don’t know necessarily.”
“And how did Joe get along with the rest of you, the others in the office?”
“Joe? He was a go-to guy. If you needed an answer, an opinion, a little help, you could count on him.”
“No problem with you coming in, snagging a corner office?”
“Joe wasn’t like that.” He spread his hands. His wrist unit—platinum, she’d bet her ass—winked. “Listen, some people might think I got a leg up, but the fact is I’m good at what I do. I’ve proven myself.” He leaned forward now, exuding sincerity. “I don’t flaunt my connection with the top. I don’t have to.”
“This major campaign, no problems with you taking point? Making the presentation solo.”
“Like I said, I brought in the client. I don’t look for special treatment, but I don’t step back when I’ve earned something. I don’t understand what this has to do with what happened to Joe.”
“Just getting a feel for the dynamics around here,” she said easily. “You’d understand that, getting a feel for how people work—alone and together. What they look for, what they want, how they work to get it.”
His smile came back. “I’m in the wrong business if I don’t. It’s competitive, that’s the nature of the beast and what keeps things vital and fresh. But we know how to work together to create the best tools for the client.”
“No friction?”
“There’s always a certain amount of friction. It’s part of being competitive.” He glanced toward Roarke. “We’re one of the top marketing firms in New York for a reason. I’m sure Roarke would agree that a certain amount of friction brings the fire needed to create and satisfy.”
Roarke spared Vann the briefest glance, said, “Hmmm.”
“Were you and Joe friendly outside work?”
“We didn’t really travel in the same circles, but we got along well. Our boys are about the same age, so we had that in common. His kid …” He trailed off a moment, looked away. “He’s got good kids. A nice place in Brooklyn. I took my son, Chase, to a cookout there last summer. The boys hit it off. God.”
“And Carly Fisher?”
“Nancy’s girl.” He looked down at his hands. “I didn’t really know her. To speak to, of course, but she’d just been promoted, and we hadn’t worked together yet. Nancy’s just sick about what happened to her.”
“Anyone else you’re friendly with here—outside the office?”
“If you mean romantically, that’s sticky. I try to avoid tangling work with relationships.”
“Okay.” Eve got to her feet. “We’ll finish up in the conference room.”
“I hope I was helpful. I want to help—anything. All of us want to help.”
