“We won the Tillerson case. We’re celebrating tonight,” Easton said, raising his fingers in a signal to gain their waiter’s attention.
“No way. That’s fantastic. Congratulations.” Grant’s smile was brilliant, everything else seemingly forgotten as he eagerly took off to congratulate the members of the team with sincere handshakes and celebratory high-fives. He couldn’t keep up. His mister gave him whiplash with all that ricocheting emotion, which certainly kept Easton on his toes.
“I moved your bar ticket to the table. Do you want another whiskey smash?” the young waiter asked as he approached.
“Yes, two, and make ’em doubles.” A happy smile spread across his face as he looked back over at Grant, laughing and joking with the close-knit office. “We’re celebrating tonight.”
The End