Chapter Twenty-Four
Weston
Dammit.
Today is my first day back to work after returning home to California and instead of business occupying my mind — as it f*****g should — Viola is the one consuming my thoughts.
I hate not being around her all day every day as I have been lately. Who knew I could miss someone after we’ve only been apart from each other for four hours?
Worse, lunch time is closing in, and I’m still down an assistant, so I’m contemplating having Mark’s secretary fetch me something to eat when she goes to pick up his food.
Just as I’m reaching for my phone to do exactly that, it rings, and his assistant’s name displays on the screen.
How proactive of her to call and take my lunch order, perhaps because she knows I’m receiving no help on my end due to the situation with
