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Hearing Emily talk about leaving the firm where they both were employed hurt Mike in a way he hadn’t begun to describe.
“It wouldn’t be the same,” Mike said. ” Right now we are on the same side. Right now we work together, picking each other’s thoughts, collaborating, filling the gaps.”
“You are really giving me a swelled head.”
“You know I am being raw honest.”
“Yes, I do know that.”
“Beyond what you told me about the Office did they say anything about termination?” he tried.
“No.” Emily replied. ” I think Galant will go to whine to the others and either they will say something like, “Give her a pass on the over time because she’s good,” or they will say; “Off with her head.”
Wanting to be alone with her, Mike suggested;
“Let’s go up to the room and sit on the balcony. We can have coffee or wine sent up.”
“I don’t drink wine, I suppose to delve into the alcohol thing I’ll take a Guinness.”
“Great…me too…”
And they went to the bar, got the bottles and went to the room, onto the balcony.
They sat and looked at nothing, because the room faced a tree which blocked out everything. But it really didn’t matter.
