My Sister Cleared My Office Without Knowing I Owned the Building

sounded like sisters and not two women fighting over air.

She turned to leave, then stopped.

“Jordan?”

“What?”

“That job offer.”

I stared at her.

She winced. “I know. I know.”

“Do not.”

“I was going to say I’m sorry.”

“Good.”

“I’m sorry.”

I nodded.

That was all she got that day.

She left my doorway and walked back toward the elevator. I listened to her heels on continue reading …