The Office Between Us
They were filled with a look of admiration, of pride, of something so deeply tender it took her breath away.
The day stretched on, the afternoon sun casting long, golden shadows across the floor. Marco came into Damian’s office for a quick consultation. The door was open this time, a sign that the conversation was casual, not private.
“Look at this,” Marco said, pulling out a small, crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. “A fortune cookie. Got it at lunch. ‘Your greatest secret holds your greatest happiness.’” He laughed, a deep, booming sound that filled the silent office.