Our office is inside a hotel room. My coworkers desks are backlit by windows. My friend C walks into the room and we go over some work I'm doing for her over large cellphones. The kind with long antenna from Miami vice. She sits next to me, but we talk on phones. I'm frustrated by changes she's made and don't look her in the eyes. We hang up our phones and stand. I introduce my friend to coworkers, but suddenly forget one of their names. I know it's two syllables. I ask her to tell me what it is, but she doesn't. I feel guilty about forgetting her name. They whisper behind my back.
