"I'll shut it off right now!"
David clocked the subtext instantly and bolted.
Eleanor hadn't meant to sleep that long she'd set an alarm, woke up just before lunch officially ended.
Opening her eyes, she found David already back at his own desk, buried in work.
She realized someone had draped a blanket over her shoulders without waking her.
Thin, gray-black wool, soft.
"Thank you!"
She held it out to David, grateful.
He took it back, clearly confused about what exactly he was being thanked for.
Day one at Cross Group, and she'd stayed until 10 p.m.
The next week went the same way. She didn't leave on time once.
Lauren called her daily for updates, and every time she heard about another late night, she launched into some new variation of "cold-blooded capitalist deliberately tort
