Monday
I had just finished a call with a woman who loved my voice and wanted to get my phone number, when I felt a presence behind me. Taking off my headphones, I turned around in my chair and saw Justin standing there, hands at his hips, frowning at me.
“Hey, Justin. Something wrong?” I had looked up the finishing times online and saw that he had finished first in his age group. While I hadn’t crossed the finish line dead last, my time put me at 380 out of 400 runners. Pitiful, really.
“We need to talk.” He looked serious.
“About what? Is it work-related? Did I use the wrong sales pitch or something?” I was hoping he wouldn't bring up the race.
“No, it’s not about work. I want to know why you’ve been acting so strangely, all of a sudden.”
“What do you mean? Nothing’s different.” I b
