“I’m sorry, you want me to do what again?” Gerry stared at his boss as though Mr. Manon had lost his mind. It was Wednesday, mid-afternoon, and with half the work week under his belt, Gerry had already started making plans for the weekend. Those plans had started with ‘lock front door on entry to house,’ moved on to a ‘curl up in ball and read until eyes get too heavy,’ and ended with ‘repeat until the calendar says Monday’. They certainly hadn’t involved a suit and a tie.
“Attend the event for me,” Manon repeated, slower and with more emphasis than the first two times he’d said it.
“But…why?”
Manon chuckled low in his throat. “‘Because I asked you to’ isn’t a sufficient reason?”
“Shockingly enough, no.” Gerry smiled. “The weekends are my time.”
“Perhaps, then, my promise that you wil
