Too Good For You — The Client Incident

he had for the past eight years. Whenever he used to ruffle my hair, I stepped back. His hand froze in midair. You really are mad. He lowered it. I told you I'd talk to the manager again. The is gone. It's gone. I cut him off. Does that really mean you have to quit? Yes. He took a deep breath and switched to that gentle voice he always used on me. Sarah. Don't call me Sarah like

that. He stopped. In eight years, I had never interrupted him like this. He was used to my easygoing temper, used to me putting up with everything, used to me nodding no matter what he said. Fine. He took a step back. Let's go somewhere and sit down. We'll talk. There's nothing to talk about you're flying to london tomorrow alone who do you even know there you

don't know your way around i will sophie's been crying all day she thinks you're leaving because of her oh so what do you mean so now you won't even accept her apology i looked at him luke i asked calmly have you ever thought about something what if Sophie had been the one humiliated in front of that client would you have said just

make sure Sarah doesn't drink so much next time he froze his mouth opened nothing came walked around him and pushed open the lobby's glass doors the sunlight outside was painfully bright he followed me for two steps Sarah what time's your flight I'll drive you no I didn't