THE THINGS WE DON'T NOTICE
Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed on my desk.
I glanced at the screen.
Mr. Dallas: Conference Room B. Five minutes. Bring the The Sterling Heights Residences file.
I gathered the documents neatly, took a slow breath, and walked toward the conference room.
When I pushed open the door, Jacob and Clara were already there.
"Look who finally made it," Jacob teased as he leaned back comfortably in his chair.
I laughed softly.
"I was organizing the files you asked for this morning."
"I asked for them?" Jacob frowned dramatically before pointing at Alex. "That sounds like something he asked for."
Alex looked up from the documents in front of him.
"It was."
Jacob spread his hands.
"See? I'm innocent."
Clara chuckled.
"I've only been back one day, and y
