Flora's POV
The morning didn't go according to plan. By seven o'clock, Eugene’s phone was already buzzing on the nightstand with an emergency from the upper management team. One of the regional distribution centers had hit a massive logistical snag, and as the person running the show, he was the only one who could clear the roadblock.
I sat on the edge of my bed, fully dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, watching him pace the floor of my room with his phone pressed to his ear. His face was tense, his jaw completely locked as he listened to the voice on the other end.
"I don't care what the delay is, clear the manifest," Eugene growled into the receiver. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
He hung up, slamming the phone into his pocket, and turned his dark eyes toward me. The frustra
