Page 14 of The Office Games

I let out a sigh and call the smartest person I know.

Georgia’s older sister, Savannah.

“This is Savannah Grey speaking,” she answers before it even rings.

“Hey Savannah, I need to pick your brain for a minute,” I say. “I’m going through some things with my boss and my job and I desperately need to get home for the holidays, but flights are cancelled. What would you do if you were me?”

Silence.

“Savannah?”

“Hold on.” A keyboard clacks in the background. “I’m trying to figure out the best way to word this email.”

“I’m calling you because this is a personalemergency.”

“No, this email is an emergency.” She continues clacking away, showing me that her workaholic tendencies will never fade. “I can’t say ‘depose.’ That comes off way too formal, right?”

I hang up and call Georgia again.

“I made your suite super nice,” she answers. “Trust me.”

“That’s not why I’m calling,” I say. “The airport just grounded all flights, so give me a list of ways to get home.”

“You could drive.”

“That’s out.”

“You could take an Uber.”

“We’ll make that my last resort.”

“You could take a…” Her voice trails off, and I know better than to ask her to finish that sentence.

I’ll never board a train again, no matter how desperate the situation may seem.

“You could always wait a few days,” she says. “The storm is supposed to be really bad, but once it’s over I’m sure the flights will resume.”

“I can’t be in this city for another second,” I say. “I need some real advice here.”

“What do you want me to say?” She scoffs. “Steal a car and drive it here?”

“No, but—” I suddenly remember that I have the spare key for one of our company’s’ guest cars. “I’ll call you right back.”

The airport tramrattles against the tracks and my phone keeps buzzing with calls and texts from work.

As far as I’m concerned, as long as my team is aware of my plans, there’s no point in picking up for James until I’m at least two hundred miles away.

“Now stopping at the parking garage,” the system announces. “Please use caution when stepping off the platform.”

The doors slide open and I rush off like my life depends on it.

Near the back row sits a line of cars specifically reserved for Magnolia Marketing.

I pull out the key fob and hit unlock, but none of them sound.

Walking down the row, I get as close as I can while hitting the button, but nothing sounds.

Flipping out the key, I move car by car, jiggling handles until the orange Lamborghini gives way.

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