Chapter 11December 11th
Victor was yawning his way through most of his workday. He and Jian had watched all three movies, so the clock had shown past midnight before they’d stumbled to bed. Thank God it was Friday. Everything went a little easier on Fridays.
“Have you fallen asleep?”
Victor jerked at Sara’s voice. “No, I was thinking.”
“About?”
“Thank God it’s Friday.” He grinned. “What are you up to?” She was dressed in a thick winter jacket, a knitted cap pulled down over her ears, and a scarf covering part of her face.
“It’s time to go home.”
Victor glanced at the watch. “It’s only a quarter past four.”
She grinned and hissed, “Come on. Let’s escape.”
“No, I can’t go forty-five minutes early.”
A laugh bubbled out of her. “No, I guess you can’t. I finish at two on Fridays, but
