LIAM
Had I somehow conjured her up? Had my obsession with Nora reached a point where I'd somehow willed her into existence? I couldn't shake the feeling that my thoughts had summoned her. But if she was a figment of my imagination, why was she standing right in front of the room, a bewildered look on her face?
No, that wasn't right.
I rose from my seat, temporarily forgetting that we’d been in the middle of a major crisis meeting before the presenter had suddenly stopped talking.
I had imagined everyone was waiting for me to say something, but when I lifted my head, the entire room was locked in on a gorgeous young woman standing right in front of the projector.
Letters and numbers lined her outfit as she stood like a deer in the headlights. I’d wanted to ask what the hell was going o
