Asking About The Schedule
I picked up a pair of gray trousers and laid them flat on the bed. My hands smoothed out the wrinkles as I looked up at him casually.
I asked him about the schedule for his big presentation. I wanted to know when exactly he would be busy with “work.” It was a simple question, but his shoulders tensed up immediately.
He clearly hadn’t prepared a good backstory for the actual business part of the trip.
