ZEPHYR
I yawned, glancing at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, waiting for the office break period, like a f*****g kindergarten.
I wasn't hungry, I just wanted to see my wife.
Aside from Lyla, board meetings were going to be the death of me.
Mendez was still droning on about whatever it was. I nodded along, pretending to listen while my mind wandered back to Lyla, who was just a floor below me.
Then, my attention was arrested when the projector at the front of the room changed to a new slide.
Lyla's photo appeared, blown up larger than life, staring me in the face and sucking all the attention in the entire room.
She was sitting confidently in one of our new luxurious condos, her expression a perfect combination of sultry and businesslike. It was the shoot she'd been
