Chapter 2: Promises and Plans
Troy woke alone, but he could smell lasagna cooking downstairs. Stretching, he glanced at the clock, realizing he’d slept nearly two hours. Hopefully he wouldn’t be up all night. Rolling to a seat, he grabbed his phone. There were a few new emails, and as he skimmed them he realized there was one from his boss.
Time off is approved. You deserve it. I don’t want to see or hear from you for a month. You’ve been working hard and it’s appreciated, so I hope you’re taking this time for yourself and your family. See you in June.>
Troy frowned, confused. He looked at the email conversation and realized that an email had been sent about an hour earlier from his phone, asking for a month off.
Pulling on a pair of lounge pants, Troy headed downstairs. Adrian was
