I am starting to feel dizzy, my head spinning from the turn of events. The only conclusion I can draw is a situation that Ettore designed and determined to just get his way. I place my hand on the desk to brace myself as I slowly sink into the chair, my eyes focusing on an imaginary spot on the papers in front of me.
— Lizzie? Are you well? — Teddy asks worriedly.
— Huh? — I lift my head to meet his empathetic eyes.
— You look a little flushed. Are you feeling good?
— Yes. Yes. — I respond, taking a deep breath. — I am just... my shift was long. That is all. — I conclude, concentrating. It's a means to an end , I remind myself. - Sorry. — I apologize to both men. — I am just overwhelmed that the new project will become reality. — Ettore remains silent, analyzing me. I shift uncomfortab
