![]() ![]() Over Styrofoam boxes of Italian food, Ian reveals that he’s also ordered us a small bottle of wine because he needs alcohol, or so he says. He’s ordering us take-out to beat the sting of the week. It’s Friday evening, even though Ian and I will be staying a few extra hours to completely overhaul our outlines – together. I got an F in algebra, by the way,” means “Check your fucking figures again, Ian.”ĭid you know we forgot to contact an important member of the Historical Society for their input? Did you know that Anita lost another phone number that I have to take the fall for? Did you know that Ian’s ass is grass if Ken Andrews gets word that one of his old real estate contacts calls him up to say that some snot-nosed billionaire is sniffing around totally public records… but those records would only interest someone wanting to completely demolish a cornerstone of a community? “That’s a quaint picture,” means “Step it the fuck up, Kathryn.” Oh, and, “These figures add up well for me. They’re coy real estate agents who speak in code. ![]() Because for the past two days the Andrews have had me under their shoes and refuse to let me go until they like what they see. Normally I find stories like that amusing and nothing more, but now I’m starting to understand how those subs feel. That’s why they have their favorite mistress that they pay to keep happy, because she apparently gives them exactly what they want. ![]() I’ve heard from subs around the club that the Andrews are hard lovers. Let me tell you, that couple is not easy to please. Speeches we were going to memorize this weekend, not in one day. This meant the two of us hustling to get our shit together, which was not limited to us forcing speeches into our heads. Dominic Mathers stopped by the office early Thursday and kindly informed his son and me that the Andrews would be by for a mock presentation. These past two days have been crunch time. It’s because by the end of the work week, no matter what I am doing, I only care about pulling my hair out. There’s a reason “Friday” and “frazzled” start with the same damned letters. ![]()
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