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My mouth started immediately salivating at the thought of being in that
caffeinated safe haven on Madison Avenue.
Muffling a groan, I wrote back.
Lina: I’d love to, but I’m stuck at work.
Three dots jumped on the screen.
Rosie: You sure? I saved you a seat.
Before I could type back a reply, another text came through.
Rosie: I got the last brownie, but I’ll share. Only if you get here quickly. I’m
not made of steel.
I sighed. Definitely better than the reality of working extra time on a
Wednesday evening but …
Lina: I can’t. I’m working on the Open Day stuff I told you about. I’m
deleting that photo, BTW. Too tempting.
Rosie: Oh no. You didn’t tell me more than the fact that you were stuck with
it. When’s it taking place?
Lina: Right after I’m back from Spain. *bride emoji* *skull emoji*
Rosie: I still don’t get why you have to do it. Aren’t you swamped with work?
Yep. That was exactly what I should have been doing, the job I was paid
to do. Not organizing an open-doors day that served as an excuse to show
around a bunch of suits that I’d have to feed, babysit, and be extra nice to.
Whatever the hell that meant. But complaining wouldn’t get me anywhere.
Lina: *unamused emoji* It is what it is.