Mira stormed back into her glass office, her face tight with anger. She didn’t even sit. Just grabbed her bag, shoved her tablet and files inside, and threw on her coat. Her hands shook slightly as she closed the bag, her heart racing from the cheating confrontation.
Thane watched her through the transparent wall, leaning against the edge of his desk, his knuckles white as they gripped the file in his hands. He didn’t say a word.
She didn’t look his way either.
She opened her office door and stepped out of the office. Thane watched helplessly as her heels clicked against the floor and she made her way out, his eyes following her, his mouth trying to speak… but nothing came out.
He wanted to offer her a ride. Wanted to ask her to stay. Wanted to move back in time and say the right words
