A quiet ledger, a louder heart beating

Late, the office hummed; nine inboxes tamed, and I folded a contract like origami on my desk. Gainsbourg croons low - negotiation sounds almost intimate tonight.

I poured a single Old Fashioned, the charred orange peel releasing the kind of patience that closed the deal. Looking for someone tall and quiet enough to read my clauses - and discreet enough to kneel when the terms require it.