At my next meeting with the CFO, my demeanor was as serious and severe as his, which was completely unlike me, I knew. I had no idea whether or not Noah shared his conquests with Bridges, or if they’d had a laugh at my expense. From what little I knew of my boss, he didn’t seem to be that kind of man.
But if Noah was the kind of man he preferred in a relationship, then I was best rid of any thoughts to the contrary. They deserved each other.
My responses to Bridges’ queries were succinct, and I was business-like in the extreme. When the meeting was over, I got up to go.
Before I reached the door, he asked, “Everything okay with you today, Mr. Bonhomie? You don’t seem to be your usual…jovial self.”
The very fact that he’d noticed any change in my behavior, let alone commented on it, was
