MYRA’s POV
I work on some company documents all night, finally passing out a little after two a.m. It is one of the most difficult tasks I have ever been faced with. I email the documents back to Silas when I am done to check for any mistakes. His response is nothing short of gratifying.
He texts me early on Tuesday and tells me he is not feeling well, thinking he had some bad food at a restaurant and is being taken care of in bed all day.
This means I will be doing the presentation on my own today in front of those business collaborators. I am a bit nervous. I have not spoken in front of that many people in a long time, the last time being when a client of mine had a case and I had to defend them in court.
I see that my car is parked next to Dante’s as I reach the parking lot. He i
