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It was a good thing Ahuva had no email access when she wasn’t at work or I’d seriously never get a thing done. The last exchange about the ad campaign had been 40 minutes earlier. I was on my own program, but I felt a stab of guilt knowing that Ahuva was employed. Wasn’t it against halachah to chat during work hours? I took the chance and asked her.
“I don’t get paid on the hour,” she replied. “I get paid to get my work done, so no worries. Worst case, I stay late to catch up.”
We definitely discussed business about five percent of the time. The other ninety-five percent was other stuff.
What was all that “other stuff,” anyway?
At first it was simply some amusing chitchat. Ahuva was sharp as a tack with a wicked sense of humor. Naturally, I felt challenged to match her wit, and every email correspondence turned into a cleverness contest. There was something mysterious about this girl, something alluring. In short, we were having fun.
