NOTHING HAD CHANGED
Alex pov
I sat behind my desk with the quarterly report open in front of me, and I told myself that nothing had changed. The contracts still need reviewing. The board meeting was still scheduled for tomorrow morning. The numbers on the page in front of me still required my attention, and my attention was still available, in theory, to be given to them.
Nothing had changed.
I read the first paragraph.
I reached the end of it.
I put my pen down.
I had not understood a single word.
My eyes moved to the glass wall before I had instructed them to.
She was at her desk. Head lowered, sorting the papers from the floor of my office — the ones that had scattered when she lost her balance, and I had caught her, and neither of us had immediately let go. She was working wi
