I'm not sure how to bring it up with Eden. I don't want it to appear like I'm just giving in and doing what she wants. That's not what's happening here. In fact, my actions have absolutely nothing to do with her concerns or our conversation yesterday. I'm only doing this because of that email. If I hadn't received it, I definitely wouldn't be doing this.Even as I think it, I find myself doubting myself. I'm not convinced I'd have been able to keep refusing her. No matter how I word this, she's going to think she's won. And maybe she has."Eden," I call her into my office with reluctance. She'd say I'm being stubborn."Sir?" It grates. I thought she'd finally gotten out of that particular habit."Noah," I retort."Sorry, Noah." She at least has the sense to look sorry."Come sit down," I tell her. "I've just received an email."Even I can hear the aversion in my tone. This is clearly a conversation I don't want to have but really it's just a matter of pride. I should just let it go."O

Noah's POV:She's frowning up at me as if I just asked her if she knows how to solve world hunger and not if she wants to go home. It's hard not to react. Covering my mouth, I feel my lips moving into a smirk beneath my hand."Come on," I say as strictly as I can muster. "Time to go home.""But..." She looks down at her work.I know for a fact, she's achieving very little staying here. It's been a long day and we've both done more than enough for one day. I need a break, even if she doesn't think she does.Lifting my eyebrow, I wait for her to continue. She doesn't though, instead turning off her computer and putting away all her work."This is so frustrating," she says getting to her feet."What is?" I ask as I watch her grab her stuff."It's too slow. We're getting nowhere fast."Grinning at her, I nod my head. She's right. It's infuriating but there's absolutely nothing we can do about it right now. All I can do is hail her a taxi and send her home so she can get a good night's slee

There's a knock at the door just as I'm putting the hoover back away in the cupboard. Every surface is sparkling, all my family photographs are hidden, and the whole place smells like I'm sprayed an insane amount of air freshener. 'Hopefully, he's not asthmatic,' I think to myself as I make my way towards the door nervously.He is my boss. This shouldn't be that weird. We're just working in a different environment, that's all. No matter how much I try to reassure myself of that, it doesn't work and I become more anxious instead of less."Hi," I say, opening the door to let him in. I hope he doesn't notice how high pitched my voice has suddenly become."I brought takeout," he tells me, holding up a bag of food. "I didn't think you'd have time to eat and I know I haven't.""Great!" I say over-eagerly, taking the bag from him. "I'll dish it up. Make yourself at home."I'm grateful for the excuse to leave the room, rushing into the kitchen. I take a deep and stabilising breath, reminding m

Eden's POV:We've spent the best part of the weekend holed up in my living room. I should never have suggested this. I had no idea how hard it would be sitting opposite him in my apartment. We work in close quarters every day at the office. This shouldn't be that different, but there's something intimate about having him here.What makes the whole thing worse is that we're no closer to finding the answers we need.We've worked through all the data Noah received in that email and compiled a list of inconsistencies but now we're all out of ideas. Noah still hasn't heard anything from his friend in IT and so we're no closer to finding out who sent the information or whether it's even accurate. No matter how many times we discuss it, Noah can't think of anyone in the finance department that can help us.We're all out of ideas. And it's getting more and more tempting to ask Martin for help. I shouldn't. Not if I don't want my grandma to know what I'm up to but I really don't see much option

Eden's POV: He doesn't kiss me. Even though I really want him to. He doesn't do it after dinner or before he leaves and I'm left reeling with disappointment. I wash the dishes and get ready for bed, reminding myself that I'll see him in a few short hours.I decide to get an early night because I want the morning to come quicker. It's silly and childish.Frustratingly, my body doesn't seem to agree with me. I might want an early night but my body doesn't. I'm wide awake and unable to sleep. Partly because I'm too excited about seeing Noah again tomorrow but also because I'm considering our options.I don't think I have much choice but to call Martin. Without his help, I can't see a way for us to find the answers we're looking for. Glancing at my clock, I note that although it's late, it's not too late. Martin would forgive me. I've called him at worse times than five minutes to midnight.Grabbing my phone, I place the call and wait for him to answer.He sounds groggy when he answers an