Rhysand
I paced my office like a lunatic, my mind spinning in circles. Images of the flowers filtered through my mind.
Why did it bother me so much? Why did I care about a few damn flowers?
I didn't take time to figure out why—I just moved. I knew I had to see her, to speak with her. Her silence was killing me, making me lose focus. A distressed Rhysand was a money-losing monster, and I couldn't have that.
I made my way out of the office, this time without the cover-up file. I ignored the brooding looks of the staff as I strode into the elevator.
At the sight of me, Jennie's expression changed. I paid no notice to it, figuring she'd heard about the overtime and my outburst.
"I'm going in," I said with a wave of my hand, pushing the door open without knocking.
This time she was in he
