“Excuse me, Mr. Mazzeo?” Ms. Clementine’s voice sliced through Roman’s wandering thoughts like a bucket of icy water, jolting him back to the present moment. But thankfully, he had enough control not to look so obvious about it. Especially since he was in a meeting and he was supposed to be paying attention to the figures being discussed.
“Yes, Ms. Clementine?” Roman managed to respond, his gaze shifting to the scattered sheets of paper on his desk. Suddenly, cold sweat prickled at the nape of his neck as he realized he had lost track of the progress of the discussion. And to ask would make it obvious he hadn’t been focused. Not something he wanted to show a business partner worth thousands of dollars and shares in a new apartment complex.
“May I refresh your cup of coffee, sir? And that
