(Lena)
I woke up before my alarm and got out of bed straight away.
The Midtown boards were nearly finished, the Thursday meeting was set, and I already knew what needed attention before I reached the office. Work was the first thing on my mind that morning, not the case, not Brad, not anything else.
I got dressed and went downstairs.
Brad was in the kitchen with his phone in one hand and a glass beside him. He looked up when I came in, then back down again. No greeting, no attempt at conversation, no performance. Good.
I made coffee, drank it standing at the counter, picked up my bag, and left.
Traffic was light enough that I reached the office early. Cora was just unlocking the front door when I pulled in.
"You beat me here," she said.
"Don't get used to it."
She laughed and foll
