The Truth

GOMES POV

—15 minutes ago—

“Mr. Allen,”

Priscilla entered the office for the second time, a tablet clutched under one hand and the other folded behind her back.

I looked up lazily.

This would only mean that she had gathered the information I had told her to find. We had an unspoken rule to not come back unless she had whatever I was looking for.

Which in this case, was all the intel I could get on one, Stacy Miller.

Since undoubtedly that was the case, I waved her towards the seat that was opposite from me.

“It better make sense,” I muttered under my breath.

The truth of the matter was, here in the labs might be constantly interesting, as the young scientists that were under me had their minds filled with possibilities of what can and could have been. And I was here to give them the man power to turn those possibilities into the next realities.

As interesting and fulfilling as that was, my personal life remained one word short of boring.

But this one, Stacy Miller, she was the key to