The late-night hours were utterly silent.
In the empty apartment, the man sat with one leg crossed over the other, waiting for her call.
When it grew too late, he finally gave in and dialed the number memorized by heart.
"Yes, what is it?"
Her tone remained crisp and efficient as always. Avalie was still working this late.
"How much is that company paying you to work around the clock? Name your price—why not leave them and be my assistant instead?"
Oded's voice carried cold mockery. Avalie slowly set down her pen, rolling her stiff neck. His taunts no longer affected her.
"What did you need?"
"I waited forever for your call. Since you didn't reach out, I called you instead."
He spoke lazily, a faint smirk curling his lips.
Only then did she remember—she'd been too busy and forgot
