Margo is wearing a striped black and grey mohair sweater and snug blue jeans today. She's carrying her usual Odwalla as she comes out of a meeting room with a bunch of suits, guys I've never seen before. Nobody wears suits in my company, unless they're meeting with other grown-ups from the real world. I wonder who they are?
Anyway, Margo grins at me and says, "Mackenzie! It's been forever. I gotta talk to you."
To express your undying love? Probably not.
"You need to borrow some money?" I say. Hilarious. That joke never gets old. That's what passes for wit with me these days. Oscar Wilde would bitch-slap me.
"No, dummy. I've got a project for you. Top secret. I'll swing by sometime this week and we can chat."
"Okay," I say. "Is this the QuantumWorks thing?"
"It's top secret." She playfully swats my bicep. "Hey, you been working out?"
You have no idea.