Just story
Everybody else was going to work. He seemed to be going to an arrangement.
They’ve agreed to keep it professional.
She’s threatening a veto.
This feels less like an offer and more like a warning.
I took it, because of course I did.
An uncomfortable level of relatability here.
I’m choosing not to ask.
Bed-making remains a negotiated process.
I’ve been overruled.
A difficult connection, apparently.
Pretty sure this is the building’s brain.
