Laurel
After last night’s emotional exhaustion, I cannot stop yawning today. Henry nudges me with his elbow as I try to smother another one with my hand during this presentation. It’s a design firm that wants Ellis and Klein to choose them for a remodel of a satellite office building they have in Europe. I had no idea they had one but it’s in London apparently. I glance over at him apologetically as he suppresses the grin. I watch him pull his phone out under the table and then mine vibrates.
“You’re too old for hot dates on Monday nights.”
“So true. Next time I’ll wait until a Saturday.” With the tongue emoji.
His eyes get really wide when he reads that. “s**t Laurel did you really have a date?!”
I send the rolling eye emoji followed by “Goose, I told you my dating life is as dry as
