Jason sat on his couch answering emails on his laptop. The phone rang, and he let it go to voicemail. He listened to the message. It was Sherry.
"Hey. I wasn't gonna call you after you stood me up last night, but I thought maybe something happened, and I wanted to make sure you're ok. Call me."
He deleted the message and unplugged the phone. He walked onto his back porch and stood for a few minutes. Then he went inside, put his shoes on and left the apartment for the subway to 6th Avenue, the Simon & Schuster Building.
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