I should’ve known.
“Hi, yourself,” I say, turning back to my email. “What’s up?”
I wince at how informal I sound. What’s up?To a client, no less. Sure, I’ve known him forever, and yeah, we shared a pizza last night, but I’m at work here. If he’s calling to talk about his mother’s service, I’m going to feel like a real jerk.
Luckily, that doesn’t seem to be the reason he called. “I just wanted to apologize,” he says. “For, you know. Yesterday.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I assure him. “Everyone has different ways of coping with the loss of a loved one, and—”
“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Derek growls. “This has nothing to do with my mother, okay? Every time I try to bring it up, you shut me down.”
“Bring whatup?”
“Us.”