Up to speed? Janet forced a nervous smile. Mick had never given her work an up-to-speed review. “Little rusty.”
Up to speed?He slipped the short pile of proofs in an envelope, put them aside and picked up his cigarette. “It happens, just like I keep lighting up these damned cancer sticks. s**t,” he said, noticing the butt had burned down on one side almost to the filter. “You know, sometimes I feel like one of these, just burning away down to nothing.”
Janet braced herself. She knew Mick had something on his mind that he had to say but didn"t want to. He bent his gaze toward her and cleared his throat. “I don"t know how to tell you this, other than just coming right out with it. I gotta cut your freelance work back. Sorry.”
Janet felt the air go out of the room. “Of course.”
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