7
Past
“Why? I don’t understand Mr. Whatever-His-Name-Is at all,” Chyna repeated for what felt like the tenth time.
“Does this have to happen every time I get called into work late?” Adam demanded, pushing his hands into his pockets deeper and deeper.
She knew he was frustrated. He had it written all over him, but she couldn’t stop. Why was he always the one who had to go in? And, what did they need him to do at ten o’clock at night at an architectural company? Wouldn’t the buildings still be standing the next day?
“Because you always have to go to work late,” she reminded him. “Why don’t you ask someone else to go for you?”
“It’s a small company. I’m the only other person working on this building, and there’s a deadline. Mr. Anderson is an old man. He doesn’t get the graphic archite
