Failure.
He couldn’t wait to see her face. In his pocket was the very nice letter from the CEO, congratulating him on his promotion to VP and on the tremendous job was doing in his ever-more-promising career.
Better yet, he’d just gotten an e-mail that morning from his agent. The publisher had accepted the changes, and The Modern Monday Manager was due to be on the shelves in November, which Christmas sales (and royalty checks) to follow.
He couldn’t wait to see her face.
“Honey! I’m home!”
“Did you pick up the milk on the way like you said you would?”
Crap.