sorry, I can’t provide anything more.” I thanked her out of habit and ended the call.
A delivery mix-up explained the address, but not the card promising Laura the weekend and Daniel’s love. I searched their names online, then his company’s directory. Three Lauras appeared: Brennan in accounting, Kim in legal, and Hayes in client relations.
I recognized Hayes. Daniel had mentioned her in ordinary complaints—“Laura’s team wants revisions.”
“Laura moved the presentation.”
“Laura thinks the projections are too conservative.” The remarks never came frequently enough to worry me.
