Chapter Seven JoshI’m eight blocks into my walk home from work when my phone buzzes with the message I’ve been waiting for all afternoon.
Brody: How’d the meeting go?
I knew this text was coming, but that doesn’t mean I have a good answer to it. I pause, stepping out of the flow of foot traffic to stare at the text for a second before I respond.
Josh: Funny story . . . *eggplant emoji*
As quickly as I’ve typed the text, I delete it. I can’t let Brody know about my screwup. But I can’t ignore him either, so I go for a vaguer approach.
Josh: Went great. Work on getting the gluten out of your system. Talk more tomorrow.
When he responds with a thumbs-up emoji, my whole body relaxes. Thank God, I’ve got more time to figure out my strategy in dealing with Peyton and our business plans.
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