Ryan Glasgow hadn’t spoken to me directly in three days. And yet here he was, somehow managing to speak at me for fifteen minutes straight without blinking once. I sat across the massive boardroom table pretending to take notes like I was the Personal Assistant to a haunted marble statue, nodding every few seconds while internally screaming. Because no one told me how horrifyingly silent it would be to exist in a room where the man you may or may not be in love with was giving you emotionless instructions on tech delivery metrics without so much as a flicker of his old self... no snide remarks, no sharp-eyed challenges, not even a goddamn throat clear in my direction that carried meaning. Ryan was blank. Polished. Impossibly unreadable. I wasn’t even sure he was breathing... or maybe I was
