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Rowan stands right in front of me as if it’s his personal responsibility to see me take the pills. When I’m done, he accepts the cup back from me and looks down. “I’m sorry, Nova.”
“Don’t be, sweetie.”
My phone rings again.
I round the desk and take my seat, outing yet another fire.
Adam’s stare is unwavering and there’s a dangerous moment where I feel myself feeling almost guilty. But why should I?He’sthe one who’s meddling. He’s the one who’s judging from the outside looking in without knowing the facts.
I turn away from him stubbornly and stoke the flames of my anger. At least those butterflies have dropped dead. That’s a step in the right direction.
Adam finally gets enough of burning me with his gaze. He motions to the door so I know he’s leaving.
I nod and dismiss him coldly. He can have a say in how I do business, in how I handle PR nightmares and even in how I choose to style my clothes, but he has no right to meddle in my personal life.
Not a single one.
* * *
I endup staying late at Vision Tech. The press release went out, and our plan to distract the journalists was a rousing success. Now, the news that Adam is receiving the Inventor of the Year award is plastered everywhere.
With all the buzz around Vision Tech, I asked the PR team to work overtime. There’s no way I’m going to let an opportunity like this slip by. It’s best to keep the momentum going while we still have people buzzing about us.
I return to my office wearily and flip on the light.
I’m surprised to see a paper bag from my favorite sandwich place sitting on the desk. My lips curl up, but I refuse to let Adam’s peace offering sway me.
He’s not going to get out of the dog house that easily.
Sighing hard, I step out of my pumps and massage my feet.
There’s a knock on the door.
I glance up expectantly and my face falls when I see Henry striding in.
“Hey.”
“Hey…” I answer hesitantly.
“Were you expecting someone else?” he asks, adjusting his glasses.
“Oh no. Not at all.”
“I saw your light was still on so I came to check on you,” Henry says, staying near the door. His eyes swing to the paper bag and return expectantly to me.
My heart thuds. “Did… you buy this?”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Uh, I’ve seen you eat sandwiches from that place before and I didn’t see you eat much today so…”
“Thank you.” I blink, taken aback.
“Sure.” Henry offers me a shy, youthful smile. “Sure.”
I slip my feet back into my pumps. “Did you have something else to say?”
“No. That’s it.” He turns away. Then he immediately turns back. “Miss Delaney, I wanted you to know that I really admire you,” he blurts.
I lean back.
