Monday morning arrived with a distinct shift in the air.
The final seven-day countdown had officially begun.
By next Monday, William's jet would be touching back down in New York, and the thought alone was the only thing keeping my feet moving through the lobby.
With William's absence winding down, my desk was surprisingly clear. The heavy filings were done, the schedules were locked, and for the first time since I'd taken the job, I didn't have a mountain of tasks keeping me anchored to the executive floor.
Right at noon, a loud, synchronized clearing of throats had me looking up from my monitor.
Britney, Trent, and Amy were standing in a semi-circle in front of my desk, matching grins on their faces. Britney was tapping her wrist dramatically.
"Step away from the ledger, Gatekeeper." Britney said, her tone dripping with her usual midday sarcasm. "You've been staring at that screen so long your pupils are shaped like spreadsheets. It's lunchtime."
