Mine to Keep
"Reports. Some vendor summaries I'd like you to proofread."
She flips the cover open, brows drawing together almost immediately. The pages are immaculate—clean formatting, tidy phrasing, nothing worth fixing. The "errors" I left are deliberate. A missing period here, a line break there. The kind of nonsense busywork that makes her feel useful while keeping her at this table, across from me.
"Really?" she mutters, pen tapping against the page. "This is what you needed an in-person meeting for? Missing commas?"
I let a smile curl at the corner of my mouth. "I could say the same. Really, Alie? You're going to sit here correcting commas while I'm right in front of you?"