His shoulders are bunched up with his arms on his knees and his head bent forward. He doesn’t answer right away leaving us in thick silence. Digging my thumb into the muscle next to his shoulder blade he lets out a quiet groan.
“I’ve suspected Edward was up to something for years.” He starts, his voice is low, filled with years of disappointment. “There were too many “lucky” breaks. Too many times our competitor had the upper hand when suddenly, their deal falls through and we get the contract. So, I started digging I just didn’t expect what I found.”
His head falls lower as his long fingers glide through his thick golden strands, fisting above his ears, his fingers rubbing tiny circles. His chair digs into my chest as I follow him forward. My fingers follow his spine down his back lik
