"You didn't miss anything. I had a late lunch with Mr Leaman. I just barely got back myself."
"Thank you." No matter what he said, I still felt terrible. My kick-ass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago.
We worked steadily until five, discussing a fast-food client and contemplating some possible tweaks to ad copy for a chain of organic grocery stores.
"Talk about strange bedfellows," Ellie had teased, not knowing how apt that was in regard to my personal life.
I'd just shut down my computer and was pulling my purse out of the drawer when my phone rang.
I glanced at the clock, saw it was exactly five, and considered ignoring the call because I was technically done for the day.
But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly-long lunch, I considered it penance and answered. "James publishing ND co's – "
"Emmy honey. He says you forgot your cell phone at my office."
