ログインLenoraWe headed back to the first building, where Amy was waiting with a tape measure and her tablet.I stopped in my tracks.Then I glanced at Theo, but he seemed just as surprised as I was.“Amy,” he called, walking a little faster to meet her. “What are you doing here?”“Uh… you mentioned you’d be here, so I figured I’d surprise you.” She glanced back at the space. “I wanted to help assess it, considering how much technical work would go into setting everything up.”Theo must have been pretty certain we were choosing this place if Amy had been certain we’d be here.He looked back at me, obvious panic in his eyes.“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know she’d be here. I’m… I’m sorry, Lenora.”Well, there was no point putting him on the spot. He clearly hadn’t known she’d be here.Amy looked over Theo’s shoulder.“Hi, Lenora.”I forced a smile. “Hey, Amy. How have you been?”“Good…”An awkward silence followed before she turned her attention towards the loft.“I’ve been looking at
Lenora The first thing I heard Sunday morning was a noise that sounded suspiciously like a goose being murdered. I opened one eye. Then the other. The noise came again. I turned my head towards the bedroom door, staring at the ceiling for a moment before slowly sitting up. I hovered downstairs where I heard the sound coming from and found Elias standing in front of the espresso machine. “Elias?” He looked up, a delighted smile crossing his face. “Good morning, sweetheart.” “Good morning,” I greeted. “Um, what are you doing?” “Making coffee.” “Is the coffee machine supposed to sound like that?” “I don’t think so,” he said, looking just as concerned. He pressed a button and the machine made another awful noise. “Perhaps,” I suggested, “we should read the manual.” “I know how to operate a coffee machine, Lenora.” “Clearly.” I folded my hands. He gave me a look over his shoulder. “This is the coffee machine Reese gave us.” “Yes. A housewarming gift for her own housewarm
LenoraOur first candidate was a tall guy standing near one of the coffee shops.“Go on,” I whispered.“Lenora.”“Just say hello, that’s it.”She inhaled, straightened her blouse and walked over.I watched from a safe distance as she stopped beside him.“Hi.”The guy looked up at her.“Hey.”There was a long awkward pause, then Reese gestured vaguely towards the coffee shop.“Nice coffee.”I pressed my lips together.The guy looked down at the cup in his hand.“Thanks?”Reese nodded.Then she walked away.I nearly choked. “What the heck was that?”“Don’t ask me.”“Nice coffee?”“Lenora, shut up.”Our second attempt was marginally better, although the gentleman in question was clearly in a hurry and responded to her greeting with a distracted smile before disappearing into a clothing store.The third was worse.Much worse.He actually looked behind himself when Reese said hello, apparently convinced she was addressing someone else.By the fourth attempt, I was beginning to suspect my p
Lenora I was halfway through checking the details of a few properties when I noticed Reese sitting on the opposite end of the couch, staring blankly at her phone. It was Saturday, which meant she had absolutely no reason to be thinking about work. Yet, judging by the expression on her face, I suspected there was something considerably more complicated occupying her mind. I glanced at her, then back at my phone. Then at her again. “Are you okay?” “Hmm?” She looked up. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine.” Yeah, that was convincing. I narrowed my eyes. “You look like someone just cancelled Christmas.” “I do not.” “You absolutely do.” She gave me a small, unconvincing smile before returning her attention back to her phone. I studied her for another moment. I was supposed to meet Theo later this afternoon to look at a few buildings we’d shortlisted for the new studio. We’d been discussing locations all week, and agreed we’d go check on a couple in person but looking at Reese, I f
ReeseBy the end of my first week, I'd successfully stopped walking into glass doors, which felt like a reasonable baseline for professional competence, even if the underlying problem — one Julian Cole, entirely too distracting for anyone's own good — remained stubbornly, inconveniently unresolved.I'd gotten better at hiding it, at least. Mostly."You're staring again," he said Thursday afternoon, not looking up from the report he was marking up, and I nearly dropped the folder I was holding."I'm not staring. I'm waiting for direction. There's a difference.""Is there.""Yes. Staring implies intent. I'm simply standing here, patiently, with my eyes open, in your general direction."He looked up then, something dry and entirely too amused tugging at his mouth. "That's a remarkably specific defense for something you claim isn't happening.""I contain multitudes," I said, before I could stop myself, and watched him huff out something that was almost, nearly, a real laugh."You said tha
Reese I ironed my blazer four times before finally accepting it looked fine. The real problem was my slightly shaking hands and the nerves that came with knowing this was the best job I’d ever had the chance to walk into. "You're going to be fine," Lenora said, handing me coffee I was too nervous to actually drink. "You survived an entire year of my chaos without flinching. A corporate office has nothing on you." "Your chaos came with a support system and no performance review. This has a performance review, Lenora. People get fired over performance reviews." "You're not getting fired on your first day, Reese." "You don't know that. You don't know my capacity for disaster in unfamiliar environments." "I've watched you reorganize my mother's kitchen within forty minutes of meeting her. I have complete faith in your capacity to handle anything." I appreciated the vote of confidence more than I let on. I wanted this to go well more than I was willing to admit, especially bef







