After getting back to the apartment, I’d barely set down my things before my phone began to ring. I groaned, not having the patience for any human interaction. It didn’t help that the plane ride home had left me exhausted. With a sigh, I grabbed it from out of my bag. I barely registered the name
“Why an ‘Evie’ specifically?” I asked. “Well, it’s the woman Timothy apologized to. We’ve been looking around trying to find her, but some guy was generous enough to clue us in,” the guy explained. “What? How?” I could feel my head starting to spin, having all those eyes watching me from my door
There was a long pause as I stared Linda down, watching as she returned to her seat and crossed her legs. Her words hardly registered until Timothy cleared his throat, dragging me back into the moment. “I’m sorry?” I gawked at Linda, still recovering from the shock. She smiled tightly. “Mr. Eric
“Evie’s been keeping me in the loop about a lot of things, actually,” Timothy answered, smiling as he looked in my direction. He shifted away from Linda’s touch, and her lips curled downward. “We’re pretty much learning all of this together.” “Oh, yes, that sounds nice,” she said swiftly, though h
Thursday evening came and we were once again settled into the spacious conference room. Timothy had yet to arrive, so it was just Linda and I trapped in each other’s company. I couldn't help but notice how she arranged the files and documents on her desk, subtly pushing my work to the sidelines. S
"Evie, you've been such a great help," Timothy said to me, gratitude in his eyes. "And you too, Ms. Turner. I’m glad Evie has someone to take the load off, as much as she works." “I’m sure she needs it,” said Linda, and she turned on her heel and walked away. “I will be contacting you later, Ms. S
EVIE POV The evening had settled into a soothing rhythm, the city's distant hum fading as I prepared for bed, hoping to steal a few precious hours of rest before another demanding day at the firm. Just as I was about to switch off my laptop, an email notification blinked on my screen. It was fro
I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that clung to my spine as we stepped into the Clayton Sports Center. The stories I'd heard and read about Mr. Fitzgerald didn't paint a kind or forgiving picture. Linda, on the other hand, appeared remarkably calm. We climbed the polished oak staircase and found