Come back to your office. We could use another hour together.
Ok. In 10 min. Go down one floor. Wait there until I text.
Ok.
“Can you come next Wednesday, a week from now?” her assistant asked.
“Definitely. A week from today.” He offered her his most charming smile.
No. I can’t wait another week, or even another hour.
He’d waited long enough to hold Brenda in his arms. They were both workaholics with a bone-deep love for control over their respective worlds, but now was the time to put their worlds on hold and enjoy an absolutely private overtime together.