“Could be that every time you’ve sat in on a meeting, you’ve interrupted me at least twice.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” he says, frowning.

It is absolutely true.

“You keep pulling my programmers into long, impromptu one-on-ones and then asking me why they’re behind with their projects,” I say, and my voice still doesn’t shake at all, somehow.

“I’d rather talk about this over enchiladas and margaritas on the company tab,” he says.

We stare at each other for a little too long, and Evan finally takes a deep breath, then sighs.

“Please?” he says.

You know what? Fuck it. If I get laid off that afternoon, I won’t show up at dinner. Maybe I won’t show up anyway, but if I accept now then I get to pretend that I’m interested in building bridges and maintaining relationships and invested in alternate methods of conflict resolution and communication and shit.

“Fine,” I say, and suddenly, he smiles.

“Thanks, Kat,” he says, and turns around before I can do or say anything else.

I go back to my job and try to pretend that my hands aren’t shaking.

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