FRAGILE HOPE
The weeks continued in their painful rhythm. Adrian had fully withdrawn. He no longer tried to bridge the gap between us. Our interactions were brief and cold, limited to passing each other in the hallway or the kitchen.
One morning, as I prepared my coffee, he walked in.
“Morning,” he said flatly, not looking at me.
“Morning,” I replied.
He poured his own coffee. “Sophia had some strong ideas for the next quarter. The board loved them. You would have liked them if you were still there.”
I didn’t respond. He finished his coffee and left without another word.
At Silverline, things were still difficult, but a small ray of hope appeared. One investor, Mr Rayn Cole, a quiet philanthropist who believed in sustainable technology decided to stay.
Ethan burst into my office
