“What the hell are you doing here, Tobie? Didn’t you just get back from Italy? God, you must be running on fumes.” John was guzzling coffee in the break room. He looked like he hadn’t been to bed all night, yet again.
“We got back last night. Mal asked me to be here today.” I was running on empty, but, in spite of my misgivings, I couldn’t help how good it felt to be working with Mal again so soon. I was so screwed. I grabbed my coffee and went into the small conference room at the end of the hall. Mal and Tess Wilkins, the other associate in the running, were already seated at the table.
“Come in, come in,” Mal said.
John and I seated ourselves at the small table.
“Okay. John and Tess, I asked Tobie to come in this morning to assist me with my evaluations. I will be making a decision
