Baggage

Erica

The last thing I wanted to do was go into the office, but until I figured out what to do with my life, it was my only option. It was almost laughable to think that I was grumbling about Lanie needing to find herself, when I too, was lost.

"Erica. You've got Mr. Bryant on line one," Joan said as she stuck her hand in the open doorway of my office.

"Which one?" I reached for the phone. I had a much more laid back relationship with Damon than his father.

"Damon." She closed the door behind her.

"Hello, Sir. To what do I owe this phone call?" I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arm over my midsection.

"Hi, Erica. I was calling to check on the new ads for our Advisory launch in a month. Mitch isn't answering his phone, and I have a partner call later this afternoon. Just trying to get all of my ducks in a row." He was all business, which is why I liked him so much. He had an uncanny ability to separate business from pleasure.

"It's coming along nicely. I gave Mitch the files on T