When looking for their house, Tom had one condition.
"I have to be able to drive to work in five minutes."
Lisa thought it was cute he still used the word "work". His company had recently been valuated at over 1.5 billion USD and so on paper the two of them were multimillionaires. But Tom came from a working class background. To him he still considered himself a worker going to a job, even when he was a boss.
That's one thing she liked about him, Lisa thought as she observed him shifting his head and eyes a little bit too fervently, as though he was trying to signal to her and others who might be watching them in their Prius that he was on a mission and he was going to give it his all. His mind, his body, his soul.
"Look over there!" he said.
"Mm."
"Let's take a look?"
"Sure, Tom."
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Five minutes drive from work. Non-negotiable. He didn't give a damn about the price or the decor. He could be living in a boiler room for all he cared so long as it was a five minute drive. He insisted they time it. Checking on
Google Maps
was not good enough.
