Amelia
I sat across from Maxwell in his office, my laptop open in front of me. He had a meeting later this afternoon, but for now, we were supposed to be working on his pitch together. We kept sneaking glances at each other, but neither of us said anything. The silence between us felt heavy, like there was something unsaid that we both wanted to say.
“If you have something you want to say, just say it,” Maxwell said finally, not even looking up from his laptop. “And stop staring at me.”
I shifted in my chair and pushed my laptop back a little. “Did you ask Kelvin to stop giving me information about my company?” I asked slowly, making sure to put emphasis on my. I hated how every time I called Kelvin for updates, he would give me half-answers or avoid my questions completely. It was frus
