Jacob followed me downstairs outside my apartment, not pressing for details. Instead, he handed over a sleek business card.
"If you're exploring funding strategies for the southern district project, give me a call."
I accepted it with a nod. "You've barely settled back in, and you're already knee-deep in work?"
He chuckled softly. "Let's skip the work talk for now."
"So, what do you want to talk about then?"
He kept his tone relaxed, striking a balance between friendly and distant.
"How about when you'd like to grab dinner?"
I sighed in relief. "After the project gets the green light."
"Perfect."
Once home, I gently placed the sunflowers in a glass vase.
My phone buzzed relentlessly through the night.
Kevin bombarded me with texts from countless different numbers.
Kevin: Yvonne
