MILES:
"I'm sorry." I glanced at the screen, hoping I didn't appear too dramatic. "I need to take this. I apologize."
"No problem, Miles." He smiled. "I need a coffee refill."
I turned away as I answered. "Meredith," I murmured, pitching my voice low.
For a moment, there was silence, then she spoke. "Mr. Pierce?"
"Yes." I chuckled, knowing I had confused the hell out of her. She must think she was in some kind of trouble because I only called her by her first name if she was in trouble. But it was mixed signals because if she were in trouble, my voice wouldn't be this patient.
"Um, you asked me to call you before lunch for further directions on what to do."
"Are you done with Neymar?" I questioned.
"Yes?"
"Okay, brief me when I return. Still hold on to the project. We have a f
