Unreasonable Expectations

Jared left the following weekend for a trial in DC. He expected it to go quickly, and I hoped he was right: depositions for Bower were set to begin in two weeks, and I wanted him by my side when they occurred.

I’d never felt quite as apathetic about work as I did on Monday. There were no strawberries at the morning meeting. Hobbs was civil to me, nothing more, still holding a grudge over Henson.