She shut her laptop, turned off the bedside lamp, and typed the only safe thing left.
Me: Goodnight Winn.
She put the phone face-down but didn't sleep for a long time. She kept playing her presentation in her head.
*****
The next morning, Ivy and Marissa hurried across the wide plaza toward the towering BSW Investment headquarters. People streamed in with bicycles and clipped Dutch greetings.
"Do you have the presentation loaded on your laptop in case mine goes on the fritz?" Ivy asked, clutching her bag to her side as they approached the revolving doors.
"Yes, Miss Morales. It's fine. You are going to be fine." Marissa gave her a bright grin.
Ivy exhaled shakily. "Well, just… double-check."
Marissa snorted.
"How can you be so calm? Everything is a mess!" Ivy hissed as she and Marissa rushed toward the elevator.
The elevator rose smoothly.
Marissa elbowed her slightly. "You're vibrating."
"I'm stressed."
Marissa murmured, "Be calm,"
