Miles
“Mr. Han,” Moses called again. If someone says my name one more time, I swear I’ll lose it.
I raised a hand, cutting him off before he could continue. “No one speak to me—at least not today.” My tone was sharper than I intended as I stepped out of the elevator and into my office.
I shrugged off my coat, tossing it onto the chair, and sank into my desk chair. Across from me, Chris was standing with his arms crossed, twisting his lips as if debating whether to speak. I shot him a look, silently warning him to think twice. Whatever he had to say could wait.
I turned my attention to the sketches on my desk, trying to focus on designing the hardware for the next Tonyhan mobile phone. But it was futile. My thoughts kept drifting, veering toward places they shouldn’t.
I thought avoidin
