Lunch became their thing, a way to get together outside the office and unwind a little in the middle of the day. For Jenny, it was a welcome relief to be able to unload the hassles of her morning on someone who dealt with the same idiots she did all day long, and Eric needed someone to listen to him gripe about his clients who would be able to commiserate, as well. Mike could only sympathize so much, he told her. “His days are all hard labor and falling rebar and broken machines,” Eric said one day over a plate of sushi. “I almost feel bad bitching about Steve misspelling the word public on the maps for our community meeting, and then hoping no one notices the wide open space tagged pubic area in the center of town before I can pencil in the l.”
Jenny snorted into her hibachi shrimp and r
