“Myra, the Meridian team just emailed me. They said they have never seen someone handle their concerns with such composure and precision. Contract signing is confirmed for March fifteenth. You did it.”
“Thank you, David.”
“Senior manager position is yours,” he said. “Bonus hits your account at the end of next month.”
He paused.
“You sound tired. Everything okay?”
I looked at my phone, where the Ring app still showed Kyle’s car in my driveway.
“Just jet lag,” I said. “I’ll be fine once I’m home.”
I flew back to Denver on March thirteenth and landed the morning of the fourteenth.
As I walked through arrivals, I opened the Ring app.
Kyle’s Nissan and Brittany’s Honda were both parked in my driveway. Smoke rose from my chimney.
They had figured out how to use my fireplace.
For a moment, I imagined driving straight there. I imagined opening my own front door and watching their faces collapse when they realized I knew everything.
