The Night Before I Knew Him
When I open my eyes, she’s back in her normal outfit, still tapping, and be professional, unlike me who is completely losing his mind.
I curse under my breath and force my eyes back to the slides.
I need a fucking distraction. Please make a mistake, I pray. Just one error, a typo, something other than your body to keep me distracted.
And then—thank God—it appears.
Quarterly Strategic Objective: Improve Commnicational Fluidity Across All Boards
"It's Communicational, not Commnicational," I say flatly. "That’s an unnecessary typo."
I don’t even look at her.
"Oh dear, you’re absolutely right, Mr. Grande. How embarrassing. Thank you for catching that. I’ll correct it immediately."