Amelia POV
The clock reads 8:47 AM when Daniel appears in my doorway.
I don't look up from my laptop. "We have email for a reason."
"I know." He doesn't leave. "But I wanted to bring you this."
He sets a coffee cup on my desk. The smell hits me first. Too much cream. Light roast. Exactly how I used to take it.
Exactly how he shouldn't remember.
"You didn't have to do that." I keep typing. Professional distance. Safe distance.
"I wanted to." He stays in the doorway. Not entering. Not leaving. "The restructuring proposal you submitted today was excellent."
"It's my job."
"It's more than that." His voice softens. "You're saving this company, Amelia. Again."
"I'm doing what the board hired me to do." I finally met his eyes. Mistake. Those steel-gray eyes hold too much. Gratitude. Som
