Chapter 47
SOPHIA
I tried again two weeks later, showing up at his apartment this time instead of the office, somewhere private, somewhere I thought might finally break through whatever careful distance he'd been keeping since that afternoon at his desk. I'd dressed the same careful way, chosen the same perfume, told myself this time would be different because we were alone, no investors to interrupt us, no assistant hovering outside a door.
He let me in, tired-looking, a glass of scotch already in his hand, and I could see immediately that tonight wasn't going to go the way I'd planned, but I pushed forward anyway, because I didn't know what else to do with the fear that had been building in me for weeks now, the fear that the only language we'd ever actually spoken to each other might
