The Life we never Planned

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

HIS POV

I didn't ask Angela how her meeting with Daniel went.

I wanted to.

More than I cared to admit.

But I knew she had already told me she was meeting him, and I had no reason to question her about it.

She wasn't mine.

Not yet.

I reminded myself of that as I sat behind my desk, looking through the documents in front of me.

I read the same paragraph three times.

None of it stayed in my head.

My assistant placed another file on my desk.

"These are the revised figures from the European division."

"Leave them."

She hesitated.

"Sir?"

"I said leave them."

She placed the file down and walked away.

I leaned back in my chair.

This was ridiculous.

I had negotiated with governments without blinking. I'd sat across from men who had spent years trying to destroy my companies and made them regret it.

Yet one woman having dinner with another man had managed to distract me from a financial report.

I looked at my phone.

No message.

I put it back down.

Angela hadn't promised to contact me.

I knew that.

Still, I hated the silence.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

My assistant entered again.

"There's a problem with the Aurelia expansion contract."

That got my attention.

"What problem?"

"The local partners are asking for a larger percentage."

I stood.

"Then remove them."

"They've already invested heavily."

"Find replacements."

She nodded.

"Yes, sir."

She turned to leave.

"Wait."

She stopped.

I glanced at the clock.

It was later than I thought.

"Has Angela submitted the revised proposal?"

"Not yet."

"Tell the legal team not to make any changes to her terms without discussing them with her first."

My assistant nodded.

"Understood."

After she left, I stared at the window.

I didn't know when Angela would become more than a business partner.

I only knew she already occupied too much space in my mind.

And that was becoming a problem.

Because I had spent three years waiting to find her.

Now that I had, I wasn't sure how long I could keep pretending that all I wanted was her business proposal.

I picked up my phone again.

Still nothing.

I sighed.

"She's not yours," I muttered.

Then I looked at the phone one more time.

"Not yet."