Harriet’s POV
Seeing Devon at the front of my door was the last time I ever saw him. It had been one week since then, and even when he was around, I never got to see him because each time I was on my way to him, he was either on the phone dismissing me with the flick of his hands, or he was in a meeting with Edgar, Timothy and Luca. The time I caught him doing none of those, immediately he saw me, he stood up and walked out.
It was better the days he wasn’t in, I knew he wasn’t intentionally avoiding me but it became painful when he came back and I could hardly see him.
The one time we almost collided in the hallway, I had tried to speak to him but before I could get the words out, Alan was already coming with a call for him, he took the phone and bypassed me, not even sparing me ano
