Victoria stuck her head tentatively into Jeremy’s home office. He was still on a conference call, which wasn’t holding his attention at all. He was playing solitaire. He was bad at it. She didn’t know why it pleased her so much to see him get the alert that he was out of moves and would have to start over. She’d carried her beer up from the kitchen, and it hung half-empty from her fingers.
“That sounds great, Carlos,” Jeremy said into his headset, turning off mute. “I think that—no, no. You go right ahead, Bill.” He hit mute again and sighed.
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