Monday arrives the way important things always do.
Quietly. Without warning. Like it wasn’t coming for weeks.
I wear the grey dress. Professional. Appropriate. The kind
of outfit that says I am a person who has her feelings
completely under control and is attending a routine contract
review with absolutely no complications whatsoever.
I check my reflection twice. Fix nothing. Leave anyway.
Victor meets me at the Knight Corporation lobby at 9:58 AM
with a coffee and a clipboard and the expression of a man
who knows exactly how not routine this meeting is going to
be and has chosen to say absolutely nothing about it.
“The conference room is ready,” he says.
“We’re doing it in the conference room?”
“Adrian’s office.” A pause. “He moved it this morning.”
I take the coffee. “Why.”
