ARTHUR
It was 5:30 p.m., and for once, I could wrap up my business day at a decent hour.
I looked out my office windows from AmeriCapital. It had been a good business day.
I leaned back in my deluxe office chair. I took a moment to breathe deeply and think about how the past few weeks had gone. Not bad overall.
My phone pinged to let me know I had a text. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at it. It was from Doris.
'I’d like to talk to you about a few things. Do you have time tonight or tomorrow to meet?'
Even though the text should be neutral, it didn’t sound good. When a woman said I want to talk, that was never good.
I paused for a minute. 'Today is better.' Who knew how tomorrow would go?
'Sure, do you want me to come to your apartment?' I texted.
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