Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
MaxMc: Morning, sunshine. Would you like me to pick you up so you can head to work?
Zoe: Love to, but . . . I’m already at work. Some of us have to work early.
MaxMc: At five in the fucking morning? What is wrong with you?
Zoe: How do you know I’ve been here since then?
MaxMc: Your badge.
Zoe: Stop checking on me, it’s obsessive.
MaxMc: It’s not. I bet you wouldn’t have told me that you indeed arrived there too early. Why?
Zoe: There’s an issue with an international contract. Lora wanted me to fix it before the US market opened.
MaxMc: That place is sucking your soul.
Zoe: Probably. Sometimes I want to quit but then I remind myself that I’d have to save more before opening my own firm.
MaxMc: If you ever need help . . .
Zoe: Thank you, but I prefer not to mix business with pleasure.
MaxMc: Then, I’ll give you pleasure. What if we meet at lunch? We could do a lot of things in your office.
Zoe: Behave, McCallister.
MaxMc: You’re no fun.
Zoe: Will I see you tonight?
MaxMc: Yep, I’ll pick you up around seven—don’t forget we’re going to Vermont on Friday.
Zoe: I already asked for Monday off—hence, why I couldn’t say no to being here at five in the morning.
MaxMc: Miss me.