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25. William’s girlfriend’s name was Helen Davies and she was the VP of Branding. The rumor floating around the firm was that they would be engaged any day. They came in together in the mornings, sipping their coffees. They’d go to Kendall Square for lunch. She’d retrieve him at the end of the day and off they’d zip down to Newbury Street for cocktails. She was always stunningly dressed. I shopped at Filene’s Basement.

I was put to work on a toilet paper account. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded. I got to go home with rolls of TP samples and think of inventive new ways to say gets your ass really clean with just one sheet.

I put him out of my mind. Until one day he sent me an email.

—Are those running shoes on your desk?

I emailed him back.

—Sorry! I know that’s a filthy habit. Putting my shoes on working surfaces. It won’t happen again.

And then he emailed me again.

—Just went by your cubicle. Where are they now?

—Where are what now?

And then a flurry of emails.

—Your running shoes, Brown.

—They’re on my feet.

—Because you’re going home?

—Because I’m going running.

—When?

—At lunch.

—Where?

—Um—outside.

—Yes, Brown. I assumed outside. Where outside?

—I start at the Charles Hotel. I do a five-mile loop.

—Meet you there in fifteen minutes.