Day nine is where it went wrong, and it went wrong over a whiteboard.
They were alone again, at eight in the evening, because they were always alone at eight in the evening by then and neither of them had said anything about it. There was a projection on the wall that had eleven versions and two cold coffees and a lawyer who had gone home at six.
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