Daniel’s POV
The screen glowed dimly in the quiet room, my fingers hovered over the keyboard—unmoving, uncertain.
From: Daniel Stroke
To: Annabel Green
Subject: Project Design
Annabel,
Any update on the design I gave you tonight?
-Best wishes.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the blinking cursor at the end. My brain kept spiraling from the thought that this might be a bad idea.
I mean, who on earth messages their employee in the middle of the night about work?
But I wanted to hear from her. Work could wait, but I knew this was the only way to get her to talk to me.
Before now, I’d spent my nights buried in contracts and emails, replying to messages until sleep finally took over.
But tonight was different. I couldn’t concentrate, no matter how much work was piled up in fro
