June

Shit.

I didn’t ask for this.

All I wanted was a little lunch break — a full hamburger with a cold iced Americano, under the blazing sun in the forgotten garden behind the company.

Sipping and munching while I dump every chaotic detail to Leila.

But alas, here I am. In a fancy restaurant, staring at an overpriced menu and not knowing what the hell to order.

They don’t even have hamburgers?

Confused? I’ll explain.

The lunch meeting? That lunch meeting? The ...