A month later, I was watching the printer collate the reports when Max walked in to grab some pens. We made eye contact and we nodded before he paused and asked something he'd clearly been thinking about.
"Do you miss him?"
I knew he was referring to our former boss. I considered it.
"Some nights, when I'm here crunching numbers, I look up occasionally and still expect him to stick his head in and have another small task to do."
He smiled.
"Yeah, I kinda miss him too."
I didn't bother pointing out that that was not what I said.
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