My Fake Husband, My Real Ex

The morning my ex-boyfriend becomes my boss, I am eating an overnight Pret sandwich in the office kitchenette.

Egg salad. Stale. The fridge fluorescents make it look gray. I take a bite anyway because I have a 9:30 budget review and I haven't eaten since yesterday's reheated pad thai.

Priya pushes through the door at a near-run, heels clicking on the polyurethane floor. "All-hands. Conference room. Five minutes ago. New leadership wants to introduce themselves."

"I have budget review."

"Budget review is canceled. Everything is canceled. Bring your laptop and try to look excited."

I swallow the rest of the sandwich without chewing. It goes down like wet drywall.