PART 2 OF 5
The Things She Never Bothered To Ask
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
By nine Monday morning, Lauren knew about Chicago.
By nine-fifteen, she knew about Austin.
By ten, she had apparently learned the name of the investment fund negotiating with my company.
I knew this because at 10:07 my assistant appeared in the doorway of my office holding a white shopping bag.
“Delivery.”
I looked up from a construction-cost spreadsheet.
“What is it?”
“Something expensive.”