I mope around my apartment for the rest of the weekend. I still haven't fully unpacked and so I decide to make a dent into the pile of boxes currently taking up residence in my living room.On Monday morning, I dress for work even though I'm not sure if I should go in. Martin didn't seem to think confronting Noah was a good idea. I've never been one to avoid conflict but I've never been suspended either.The CCTV still photo is sitting on the coffee table. Would Noah really give the design to Holly though? He got so angry at me, just for talking to her, it's hard to believe that he'd be the one actually passing the information to them.Picking up the photo, I put it in an envelope and grab my handbag.I'm still angry and even if it does turn out that Noah didn't do it, I still want to have my say. I'm being stubborn but I don't care. I'm not going to just sit here and wait for him to fire me.Slamming my apartment's door behind me, I rush down the stairs and onto the street. I hail dow

Eden's POV:I should be happy. I'm innocent and Mr Grisham knows it.Now that Stacey has left, neither of us say anything. He should be apologising. He should be giving Stacey the same treatment he gave me. Not that I want Stacey to be fired. I really don't. The double standard just upsets me.He didn't even hesitate to believe her. He took her word for it without a second thought. Even though they've worked together for a few years now, it still hurts. He wasn't even willing to give me the chance to explain myself and yet he outright refused her resignation even when he knew she was at fault.I wait for him to say something. Anything at all. Even if it's just one word would be better than this. But he doesn't and I'm disappointed.He wasn't kidding. This is a waste of time. As confidently as I can, I stride towards the door."Where are you going?""Home," I reply."What? Why?" He at least has the good grace to look awkward."You told me to leave.""Yeah but…""But what?" I ask. "I'm s

"Eden, can you come in here?" Noah calls out through his open office door.It's late and for the most part the department is empty. Entering his office, I come to stand at his side. He's standing with his back to the door, looking down at something on the desk. Laid out on his desk are the team's design ideas for the replacement product."What do you think?" he asks without so much as a glance my way."About what?""Which do you like most?""Er… This isn't really something I know anything about.""You made the right call last time.""I made a passing comment.""Yeah but it was right," he replies, giving me a sideways glance."I like the hanging sofa," I tell him eventually, "but if I'm honest, I keep thinking about the echo-friendly tents.""What about them?""It's potentially a whole new market," I tell him. "Clancy's Comforts doesn't do outdoors, for one thing. But also, if we can start a range of echo-friendly products, it could be huge.""Yeah, I think so too," he says, rubbing his

It's almost home time on Friday night and the department is quietening down as everyone leaves, excited about their weekend. I'm in no hurry though. I don't have plans for the weekend and strangely enough, I quite enjoy this job.Any minute now though, Noah is going to come out of his office and tell me to go home. He never works late on Fridays. Unlike me, he must always have plans.I begin collating the department's weekly complaint log even though I know it's a long winded task. There's no way I'll have it finished by the time Noah finishes for the night. I might just stay late. It's not like I have anything better to do.Perhaps I should have taken Stacey and Rob up on their offer of going out for a drink but I hadn't really felt in the mood for socialising. I'd also had an offer to go back to my grandma's house for dinner but I'd told her that I wasn't sure when I'd be finished at the company.I'm not sure why I feel so deflated at the idea of spending the weekend away from the co

"They want to recall it?" he blurts out angrily and like that his good mood vanishes.Sighing, I tell myself I should have gotten evidence. There's no way the rest of the team will believe that he was actually smiling earlier.His hand covers mine on the computer mouse as he scrolls down. There's even less room between us now but he's completely focused on my computer screen."Eden, I need you to get the advertisement department on the phone," he says authoritatively. "They can't just recall the entire line.""Yes sir," I say, picking up my phone.He pulls away, rushing back around my desk before disappearing into his office. I'm kept waiting on the phone for a while. It would seem that no one in the Advertising Department has arrived yet. Glancing at my watch, I grow frustrated. It's not that early.Our team have started arriving, waving at me as they make their way to their cubicles."Any luck?" Noah pops his head around the door."They're not answering," I tell him."Right, grab the