Tristan sat behind his massive office desk with his elbow resting on his desk. He was leaning forward and supporting his chin with it while his other hand was idly tapping away as he stared into space.
Catherine, his secretary, stood in front of him, swiping through her tablet with one hand and updating him on the business Quarterly reports in her usual energetic tone.
Her words simply passing through one ear and out of the other ear.
And for the first time in forever, it was evident that Tristan’s mind was on several things other than the office and its welfare.
It was not on the multi-billion-dollar empire that he ran or on the island he was planing to buy neither the project deal he was set to close.
It was on her.
Molly.
It was on the woman he had marked some time ago, the same
