He Kept Explaining My Job Until His Phone Lit Up

looked horrified.

“Frank.”

“No. He wants to talk business at the table, let’s hear the business.”

Ethan’s nostrils flared. For one second I thought he might walk out anyway.

Then the phone started again.

He answered without putting it on speaker.

“Greg.”

We could hear Greg’s voice anyway. Tinny and hard.

“Where the hell are you?”

Ethan turned toward the window.continue reading …