I lean back in my chair, sipping my third iced coffee of the day, waiting for a response from Adrian.
Any response.
My eyes flicker to my screen. Zero new messages in my inbox.
I refresh the page. Still nothing.
My fingers tap against my desk impatiently.
It has been two days. Two whole days. Not a single reply to the three emails, five texts, two missed calls, and—okay, fine—one very professional but slightly passive-aggressive voicemail I had left him.
I scowl. He is definitely ignoring me.
Oh, this is war.
I pick up my phone and scroll through my messages, again.
On monday, at 9:02 AM: Hey, need to discuss the PR budget. Call me when you're free.
Read at 9:05 AM. No response.
On monday, 3:47 PM: Following up on my previous message. Are we going with the original me
