“Lowell, are you listening?” Miranda tapped a pencil on the tabletop to get his attention. When he met her eyes, her eyebrows were gathering in as she waited for his response. “You look listless. You didn’t get enough sleep again?”
Lowell averted his gaze to the manuscript in his hand and shook his head. “No. Just a bit tired. Where were we?”
“In the office, and you should be focusing.” she nagged, which made the young man heaved a sigh like a child tired of a mother’s scolding. “Maybe you should take the day off, you don’t look so good. I’ll go to the dinner meeting with Mr. Mortel’s team.”
“No, I’ll go.” His expression slowly turned grim. “I’m fine, Miranda.”
“S-sure.” Miranda shrugged both of her shoulders. “I didn’t know Mr. Mortel’s proposal was that import
