As the meeting wrapped up, I took my pen and scribbled on my notepad. From the desk of Reed Eastwood Charlotte, Take the rest of the afternoon off. Boss’s orders. I slipped her the note as the meeting was dispersing. She looked down at it and squinted. “What are you up to . . . boss?” “I’ve cancelled my afternoon meetings. Let’s go home and chill.” “Who are you? You’ve come a long way from the workaholic I used to know.” “Yeah, well, I have better things to do these days. Namely, you.”
