Chapter Forty-Five

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I insisted on paying, since I felt responsible for us working on a Saturday.

Lunch remained casual, even with a heated debate over our team's prospects.

On the short walk back to the office, we discussed alma maters, and I learned Peter had graduated from Boston University, explaining the slight Northeastern twang I'd noticed.

"Why advertising?" he asked, as the elevator began its ascent.

"I like to draw, but didn't want to be a starving artist. You?"

"I'm good with figures, but didn't want to be an accountant."

I laughed at the thought. "And you considered advertising a better option?"