Chapter 19: Jennifer

Jennifer's eyes flicked towards the bugling elk on the wall. 4:57...close enough. She'd been a good girl. She'd gotten lots done. She'd sorted through the last of the papers. She'd almost kissed a client.

Hmmm...maybe she'd leave that last part off her report.

She shoved her laptop into her bag and grabbed a stack of papers to work on in the hotel room. She could work on them over dinner, while watching another rerun of Home Improvement. Would Wilson show his face on camera today? She should watch, just in case. Cramming the receipts into the pocket of the computer bag, she lifted the strap over her shoulder just as her phone began to buzz with "Working Overtime." Dammit. Greg.

At first, the ring tone had been a joke, but now, it was a harbinger of doom. Dinner dates, weekend trips, even movies with friends, all died a swift but painful death when that ring tone played. She had to battle the urge to break her phone every time she heard it, even when it was on the radio.