A friendly warning

A Mortal Attachment

“I want to level with you, Astra.”

Astra leaned back in her chair. Kenneth Jackson carried a stronger presence in person than even over the video call she had with him a few weeks ago. Umber shaded dress slacks, a navy button shirt with matching navy dress shoes that complemented his warm mahogany skin.. For a Saturday evening meeting he dressed like he was prepared, at any moment, for an on-camera interview. She respected that. He was also all but busting out of his dress shirt, and she hadn’t met many marketing managers that lifted as often as he must. Good for him.

She nodded encouragement for him to keep going. Kenneth’s sigh imbued the stress of spending every minute of the previous school year trying desperately to yank the curtain around the damage. Nothing to see here, folks, everyone is still safe, your children will be just fine at this esteemed establishment. We promise.