“I wiped the corners of my eyes and picked up the phone. “Hey, Bridge.”
“Whatcha doin?” Bridget asked cheerily.
Taking note of the mess which was my desk, I said, “I’ve been placing hundreds of depositions in chronological order since about 3:15 this afternoon.” I looked into Rob’s opened office where I could see from his window that it was now dark outside. “What time is it now?”
“Almost 8:15. You’re still at work?” she asked, sounding surprised.
Mid-yawn, I said, “Yeah.” It wasn’t that late but for someone used to leaving by 6 at the latest, it felt like the middle of the night.
“Darn!”
“Tell me about it,” I said dryly. Rob was away on business and Daneen had taken it upon herself to assign me work I was certain was usually done by a paralegal.
“I was gonna ask if you wanted to meet for a drink tonight. What time are you heading out?”
I surveyed the documents in front of me. “Probably not for at least another hour. And I really want to go home and go to bed after.
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