We had no shared matters.I clicked accept.The meeting was scheduled for 7 p.m.I didn’t leave the office early that night. Gay sex Controlled.I shouldn’t have lingered outside the boardroom. There was something in the way he paused, considered, made people wait for his words. His suit was charcoal, cut sharp across the shoulders and snug at the waist. I was a senior associate in the employment group, older, more seasoned. The drink was smooth, smoky, expensive. I caught him looking at me once or twice. Efficient.”He smirked. He saw more than the surface. He didn’t apologize.He picked up the file again, glanced at the blank page, and closed it.“You’re the kind of man who knows how to follow rules,” he said. Half-hoping he would.“Morning,” he said behind me. Just a subject line: Follow-up: LSO audit response. And whatever it was, I knew it wouldn’t end in boardrooms and elevator rides..To be continued.. He didn’t glance up right away when I stepped inside.
