He had dismissed Emily's words earlier and was halfway through an email draft titled Vacation Request when his phone buzzed.
Caller ID, Elias. Isaac hesitated, then picked up.
"Well, well," Elias's voice drawled through the speaker. "The great Isaac finally taking time off? The papers must've frozen over."
Isaac sighed. "Emily suggested it." Word travels SO fast.
"Oh, Emily. She's the only one who can boss you around and live to tell the tale," Elias laughed. "So, what's the plan? Meditation retreat? Reading the financial section by the beach?"
"I haven't decided."
"Good. Then let me decide. You're coming with me this weekend. I'll show you what 'fun' means."
Isaac frowned. "Elias, your version of fun usually ends with headlines."
"Exactly," Elias said cheerfully. "You could use a scandal. Or at least a bad hangover."
Isaac didn't reply, just stared at the city lights through his window. Somewhere deep down, he wondered if maybe...just this once....Elias was right.
