Chapter 169

• BRIAN POV
• I barely even know this temp. It’s like we’re having a bastard leaving party for everyone these days, even if they’ve only been there five minutes. Sassy’s is busy with Friday night drinkers, and I’m huddled in a corner, wedged between Alice and Margaret as they recount office stories from ten years ago.
• They were boring the last three times I heard them, and my nerves are on edge as the clock ticks, counting down my window of opportunity in which I can legitimately turn up at Cain’s to see Moona.