Tim slid the thumb drive into a UPS envelope. He strained to think of a clever note to include, finally settling for “It was a pleasure to speak to you today. Please let me know if you need anything further.” After addressing the envelope, he took one more look at the attorney’s picture on her firm website. Sasha McCandless was a hottie. Dark wavy hair, bright green eyes, and a tight little body that her suit jacket couldn’t hide. Tim thought he saw a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
Maybe he should ask Irwin if he could go to Angelo Calvaruso’s funeral as a representative of Patriotech, he thought. He was the Director of Human Resources, after all. It seemed appropriate for him to attend as a gesture of ... something. And he could call Sasha and ask her to get a cup of coffee or maybe a cocktail.
Tim checked his watch. It was close enough to five. He decided to call it a day and drop the package into the UPS box in the parking lot on his way out. He’d tell Irwin about the call tomorrow; presumably, he’d be pleased that Tim had shown the initiative to keep Patriotech from getting dragged into court. Irwin hated publicity. In fact, Tim thought, as he pushed in his desk chair and turned out his lights, Irwin might actually reward him for this one. That’d be a change.