The grass is greener ... where Tara's standing, actually
Keeping my mind on work during the meeting is damn near impossible. Who really cares about embedded clauses and loophole-laden contracts when I know Tara’s waiting to meet me? I try to keep nodding at the right times, scribbling the important-sounding statements on my notepad, and fighting a losing battle against my eyes glazing over completely. And I used to think this job was exciting?
By the time we’ve reaching the concluding statements I’m practically squirming to get out of the conference room, and even Lee’s picked up on my distraction, shooting me the occasional sideways glance. What are you doing? You’re going to screw this up…
Who cares? I’ve got a date to keep.
The meeting wraps up early, possibly due to my own record-breakingly brief statements and summaries, and I’m on my feet before anyone else.
“Where’s the fire?” Lee mutters, at my side as I beeline to the door. “Or did you just forget to visit the little boy’s room before the meeting?”
“Better places to be…” I answer briefly, pressing my half-assed minutes into his hands with a smirk before heading in the opposite direction. Let him deal with that mess. Tara’s waiting.
I find her on the one small patch of lawn in front of the building, looking utterly out of place against the stark glass-and-chrome buildings. Belatedly yanking my tie off and stuffing it in the pocket of my jacket, I undo the top button of my work shirt and run my hand through my hair. Funny how I’m more nervous about how she sees me than I was around the clients this morning.
“Hello, beautiful,” I murmur, creeping up behind her to plant a kiss on her cheek. A dangerous move, given our proximity to Wolfram & Hart at the moment, but I can’t seem to help myself. “Ready to save me from this place?”
By the time we’ve reaching the concluding statements I’m practically squirming to get out of the conference room, and even Lee’s picked up on my distraction, shooting me the occasional sideways glance. What are you doing? You’re going to screw this up…
Who cares? I’ve got a date to keep.
The meeting wraps up early, possibly due to my own record-breakingly brief statements and summaries, and I’m on my feet before anyone else.
“Where’s the fire?” Lee mutters, at my side as I beeline to the door. “Or did you just forget to visit the little boy’s room before the meeting?”
“Better places to be…” I answer briefly, pressing my half-assed minutes into his hands with a smirk before heading in the opposite direction. Let him deal with that mess. Tara’s waiting.
I find her on the one small patch of lawn in front of the building, looking utterly out of place against the stark glass-and-chrome buildings. Belatedly yanking my tie off and stuffing it in the pocket of my jacket, I undo the top button of my work shirt and run my hand through my hair. Funny how I’m more nervous about how she sees me than I was around the clients this morning.
“Hello, beautiful,” I murmur, creeping up behind her to plant a kiss on her cheek. A dangerous move, given our proximity to Wolfram & Hart at the moment, but I can’t seem to help myself. “Ready to save me from this place?”