I entered Mr. Blackwood's office. He was doing nothing, just sitting in his chair, resting back. He looked at me with lazy eyes. “Get my lunch.” He slid a paper towards me, his handwriting on it. Then he took out his card, holding it between two fingers, and handed it to me. “These aren't available at work here.” “That's why I'm giving you a card.” He checked his wristwatch. “Five minutes.” I took the card and left the office, hailing a cab outside the company to the nearest restaurant. I got his lunch orders, something simple but befitting him. While I waited for my order, I saw Eva and Britney entering the restaurant. Britney called out to me, her eyes dancing with joy. “Gianne.” Eva turned to look at me. They were fresh, with vacation therapy magic still lingering around them. “How was your vacation?” I asked. “It was everything we wanted it to be. Refreshing, enjoyable—” “Oh my God, that's the best thing ever,” I said, cutting off Britney, who would have chatt
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