Catering to Haley

Devlin stared at the calendar and took another sip of coffee. He shuddered at the bitterness of the java. Putting the mug down he closed his eyes. Letting out a growl of frustration he put his feet back down on the floor and stood up. He began pacing, trying to think of something, anything. A thought occurred to him and he groaned aloud. “Fuck, why didn’t I think of that before. I’m such a fucking moron.”
“We knew that Dev. Glad you finally figured it out.” Marsh began to laugh. Grinning, Devlin turned to his friend.
“I finally know what to do for Hayley. I’m going to give her an entire day. I’m going to blow off all our assignments and do everything that she wants to do. She’s been so tired lately, all those damn tests the government is putting her through. She needs a day to herself to recover. I’m going to take her away, to my mom’s old place, out past the city limits, to the lake.”
“Wow, you thought of all that by yourself. I’m impressed.”
“Shut up you. You’re in charge while we’re gone. You handle all the clients and run the office. Don’t screw up.”
“You got it, man. You and Hayley have fun. Don’t worry about a thing.”
Devlin started to walk away when he heard Marshall say, “I wonder how he would feel if I reorganized his desk.”
“Don’t you dare touch anything.”
“Yeah, sure, Dev, you got it. Question, how do you feel about pink?”