Paulina was a content intern at our agency. The smart and cute type. But what made her most attractive was her work ethic. Often we were the last ones to leave the office.

So it's no surprise that she was still around when this phone call came, while the rest of the office were already out for drinks. No flack on them, it had been a planned party.

After the phone call I couldn't do any work. I asked Paulina if she was planning on staying longer. She wasn't. 

"Do you want to go meet up with the rest of them?" I asked.

She said sure.

Outside the sun shone at a low angle. In 

photography

they called this 

magic hour

because the rays cast in just the right way to make everything look better. Nature, humans, manmade things like brick and concrete. All of it just looked much more interesting during magic hour. I soaked in all the late afternoon ongoings. People leaving work and heading to the store. People going out for dinner and drinks, just like us. Paulina asked about the phone call without asking directly. She just mentioned it.

I guess it was because she was just an intern but I felt more comfortable telling her about it. If it were just a regular employee I might've come up with a white lie, shut off any further questioning. But right here I just told her what's up.

"I think this client is kind of pissed. But what can we do? I mean the 

hosting

business is fucking costing us an arm and a leg. Not moneywise maybe but definitely time and attention wise."