Connor
I might wear a path in the carpet of my office floor if I keep pacing, but I cannot stop. My mind is on edge, and my body isn't cooperating, so the best thing to do is keep walking.
I am also wondering why Evelyn hasn't come around since she said two days ago that she needed time to think.
Of course, she would need some time. I mean, I asked her to get engaged. Of course, I clarified after the initial shock passed that it was a ploy to distract the media so the reporter and everyone involved would stop digging into my life, but I understand an engagement is a serious thing nonetheless.
"Did I scare her off?" I wonder aloud.
For a brief moment, I imagine Evelyn walking in and handing over her resignation letter.
"I don't know why you would ask me to do such a thing after all I'
