DON’T STOP
Like she hadn’t asked me to fu—
I set the invitation down on the desk, picked up my coffee, and took a slow sip. When I had enough, I pressed the intercom.
“Evelyn.”
“Sir?”
“Come back in.”
The door opened in seconds. She appeared in the frame, composed as ever, pen already in hand out of habit. Then, I held up the invitation.
“The Clean Energy Gala,” I said. “I’ll need a plus one.” I looked at her directly. “Come with me.”