By the end of the night, Brandon felt his stomach ache with the amount of laughs he had with Megan. Over the course of two weeks, a lot had happened in the office. Not as big as Killian reading out the lovely affair email, but just as juicy.
Maybe this was what friendship truly meant. Something to be rejoiced with that did not seem limited to just partying, attending expensive lunches, showing up for Polo matches and all that shit. What mattered was that two individuals could talk to each other and have a jolly good time together.
Only the last bite of his desert was left. For some reason, he did not want to eat it, because the moment would be over. They would have to pay the bill and leave.
"I had a really good time again. I think over the course of time, I've never had a friend that I have found to be such a great company in such a short time."
Why should he hide it? It was a matter of praise. She was a good friend and she should be proud of it.
