Fiona POV
After a restless night full of tossing and turning, I trudge into work and sit at my desk. I quietly greet those who speak to me, but I don’t engage in conversation. I move through my morning tasks slowly, making sure everything is perfect, so I don’t have to interact with Nolan when he gets here.
Luckily, I get almost another thirty minutes before he walks in, and even then, I only nod in greeting before continuing to retype the file in front of me.
Nolan doesn’t say anything, thankfully. I don’t know how I would have responded if he made a comment on my attitude again.
Without fail, I move through my task list, taking Nolan coffee when he calls for it, or bringing him paper files when he asks. Everything he demands from me, I do without complaint for fear of him getting
