5. He Wrote the Email

5

He Wrote the Email

KINGSTON MOORE

The next morning, a ping from Kingston’s phone indicated that his Sidewinder company email account, the one with the address [email protected], had received an email. When he checked the email, it was indeed from Last Chance, Inc., the evil venture capitalists, contacting their new employees and discussing their future.

Kingston had made a brand new Last Chance email account to send it from, [email protected], and triple-checked that he was logged into that one and not his own name before pasting the text and clicking the send button.

It was only eight-thirty in California, somewhere behind the tail of the private jet soaring eastward into the burgeoning morning sun.

Nicole would see the email any minute now, unless she was garbed in her enveloping white paper coveralls or smacking range balls with a prototype club on Sidewinder’s first-class golf simulators. It might take a while until she read it.

He probably didn’t need to sit in this leather chair and stare at his phone any longer. She might not even email or text him about it.

Why would she contact him, really? He was just the new guy in sales. She’d probably discuss the email with her friends and co-workers who had been with the company for the four years she’d worked there, as he’d noted in her HR file.

Kingston should stop staring at his phone and waiting for Nicole to contact him.

He stretched and slid out of the chair, leaving his laptop on the table with the three empty chairs, and walked to the back of the plane to get another cappuccino, extra sugar.

The private plane’s air hostess person smiled at him. She was pretty, in a probably-didn’t-own-swords way. “Do you want breakfast, Mr. Moore?”

“Sure,” he said and sipped the coffee.

“The captain noted that there might be a little turbulence over the Rockies. Also, you can ride in the cockpit with her if you’d like. Mr. Saltonstall prefers to.”

So Mitchell rode in the front when he took the company plane, huh? Interesting. “I have work to do, but thank her for me.”

When he returned to his seat, Nicole still hadn’t contacted him about the email.

Two hours elapsed, and Kingston was somewhere over Nebraska when he could not wait any longer and emailed her, Wow, how about that email from the new boss, huh?

An hour later, she emailed him back.

The hit of dopamine from the ping dissipated as he read, Yeah, can you believe the nerve of those assholes?