Sam stood up and walked to the window. “It’s not stringing him along, Dinesh. If things work out right, we’ll be together for a while. And then when we’re done, we’ll split up. It’s not a big deal if we don’t want it to be.” He rested his forehead against the glass. “And I doubt a divorce lawyer is going to have weird ideas about making a mountain out of a molehill, in terms of our relationship to one another.”
He liked looking out from the windows in the office tower. The network had one of the taller buildings in Manhattan, and Programming was on one of the higher floors. On a day like today, Sam really was among the clouds. He could barely see the people running around down on the ground, going about their lives.