Chapter 383

• It’s dark outside by the time I look up from my screen. I stretch my back and get out of my seat. I’m sure there’s nothing else I can do tonight; it’s nearly 7.00 p.m. I’ve placed more than twenty calls, emailed back and forth with several PAs dealing with invites for various important people, and liaised with the event planner.
• The calendar is moving toward winter, and the sun is setting earlier. I didn’t expect it to be this dark. I regret staying late since the walk from the station in Queens will be dark and slightly frightening.
• I tidy up my desk, power down my laptop, pick up my coat and bag and walk to the elevator with a stifling yawn. It pings, the doors open, and I enter, not surprised to find it empty. The elevator slows down and pings again, and I notice it’s stopped at the fourteenth floor. Odd, since very few staff stay beyond 5.30 p.m., although I don’t think Jake and I ever left before seven when I worked with him, he always was a workaholic.