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understood, but she says she’s done packing her desk and would like to take the rest of the afternoon off.
    “I’ve got the personal time coming, and I’ve got a really important date to get ready for tonight.” She purrs at me.
    “Whatever Annabel. I don’t care about your date. Take your shit down to your new desk before you leave, and then you can go.” I tell her without looking away from my computer.
    “Thanks, Josh. And, I hope that we can make this right eventually. I do want to be friends.”
    “Don’t count on it.” I say.
    She gives up and leaves, and I finish preparing for my last meeting of the day. I’ll need to get in touch with the temp agency I use and have a temporary secretary sent over tomorrow to fill in until I hire a new assistant. Then I have an idea, so I call Zoe’s secretary and ask her to arrange for my temporary assistant. She cheerfully agrees.
    “Oh, and Mr. Allen. I’d like to be considered for the position.” Clare says confidently.
    “What about Zoe?” I ask her curiously.
    “She’s great. No complaints whatsoever. But, being your assistant would be a step up. It would put me one step closer to being the office manager. So, I’d like to be considered.” Her voice doesn’t waver one bit, and I have to chuckle.
    “I like ambition, Clare. You’ve got spunk. Please make sure you get your resume to me right away. I could use an assistant I can depend on. Zoe will just have to understand, and I assume you’ll make sure to find her a suitable replacement should I hire you.”
    “Oh, yes. Mr. Allen. Thank you. I’ll get my resume to you right after close of business today, and I’ll make sure you’ve got the very best the temp agency can provide tomorrow.”
    “Spectacular, Clare. But, why don’t you have a temp sent over to fill in for you instead. I assume Zoe will be out for a few days tending to her family issues. I can someone who knows this place right now.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Allen.” Clare says enthusiastically.
    “Thank you, Clare.” I say and disconnect.
    My last meeting drags on for what feels like an eternity. I keep checking my phone, but no messages or calls from Zoe come through. I try to call her again one more time before I leave, but she still doesn’t answer. Instead of going home, I go by her apartment. No one answers the door, so I just have to go home and wait.
    I’m sure she’ll call soon.

Chapter Thirteen
    Zoe
    Stacey and I aren’t as close as we were in high school anymore. We still talk and text each other, but we’ve grown apart. She and I went to different colleges, and after a few years, we just stopped getting together. I’m so scared and confused, though, that I drive straight over to her house.
    I know that I should have come over and visited when she moved back to town, and I know that’s why she emailed me her address and pictures of her new home. Unfortunately, I’m an asshole. I hope that she can forgive me and doesn’t turn me away.
    “Zoooooooeeeeeeeee!” She squeals with delight when she opens the door.
    Stacey pulls me into a hug, and I go from feeling like an asshole to feeling like a slug. I never should have taken such a good friend for granted, and I commit right now to making it up to her.
    She invites me and says she can tell by the look on my face that I need a glass of white wine. I show her the bag I brought from our favorite Chinese restaurant. There was some time between when I left my apartment and when I knew she’d be home from work, so I drove around for a while and then stopped to pick up dinner.
    “Oooh. Thank you, Zoe. Did you get the chow fun?” She asks as we head into the kitchen for wine and plates.
    “Yup. You know it.” I tell her and smile.
    “Not that I’m upset that you’re here, I’m ecstatic to see you, but why did you pick today to drop in?” Stacey asks as she uncorks the wine.
    “It’s a long story, Stacey. I’ll tell you while we eat, and if you want me to go after