Fiona
I was alone in my office preparing some final notes right before the morning meeting when I received another text from my fiancé.
Alexander: How are things going over there so far? You have an idea yet of what time I should expect you back tonight?
I hesitated, thinking over my options.
If I let myself, I could work here all day and all night. There was always more to do. But I had to resist the workaholism and take care of myself at some point.
Before I could stop myself, I texted back and said I’d try to leave by five, so he and I could have dinner together.
I badly needed an evening off. I simply could not be in this office for fifteen-plus hours, two days in a row. Not in the shape I was in right now.
And I was sort of the boss here for the time being. I did not hav
