Chapter 4
When Mike got up that morning, he was in a better mood than he had been in when he had gone to bed. Although he had had a few drinks last night, the effects of the alcohol were gone, as usual. He had had a very restful night's sleep and now felt prepared for anything. He even got on the treadmill for twenty minutes before getting into the shower.
The sun was shining brightly when he got outside. What a beautiful New York morning, he thought as he put on his sunglasses and started on the ten minute walk to his office.
Mike loved the hustle and bustle of New York and was pleased he had been able to find a one bedroom near the job. Perhaps he'd have an opportunity today to take an actual lunch, instead of ordering take-out with Jack and Connie.
Connie. What a silly woman, Mike thought. He couldn't believe he had spent his evening brooding over what she had said to him. Granted, he probably shouldn't have said what he said, but he had just wanted to get a rise out of her. And he had. He smiled. Like he had always thought, she was too emotional. She hadn't realized she was being played. That's why people like her worked for people like him. He was a leader, she was a follower. It was why she would always be second chair.
"Mike," a female voice called from behind him.
His calm mood quickly turned to anger. What the hell was she doing outside his apartment building?