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Mike called the Agency to which Emily was now employed. She answered the phone.
“Hi, it’s me, Mike.”
“Call me on my cell in five minutes.”
“Okay…” he replied, assuming she was at some front desk with other ears popping around her.
He rose from his chair, went out of the office to the elevator. He rode it to the roof garden. He found a seat, checked the time, rang her.
“How you doing?” he said, forcing his voice bright.
“Oh it is great here. The people are committed, the work is interesting… how are you doing.”
“Missing you. I had the Peterkin case, had to do it alone. Took longer than it would have if you were beside me.”
“I’m sorry about that, truly. But…”
“I am not taking it in that kind of personal.”
“Did I create a mess at the office?”
“How much time do you have?”
Her laugh was sweet.
