Just leave and go home

For a moment you consider walking into Conference Room B. Then you decide against it. The day has already been long enough. You return to your desk, shut down your computer, gather your things, and head for the car.

The drive home is quiet. Streetlights slide past. The tension of the avoided conversations and the unfinished offer from Ruby sits in the background, but you leave it alone. When you turn onto your street the familiar shape of the house comes into view.

There is another car in the driveway.

You pull in beside it, kill the engine, and sit for a moment in the dark, staring at the unfamiliar vehicle parked where it should not be.