Oceans, just like his name, swallowed me whole with his silence, and I sat inside it and felt every second of it against my skin like acid. It was pure torture.
He just watched me fool myself.
“I can forward it to your email, sir,” I rushed, clinging to anything that sounded like a solution. “Or you can just...”
I stood up before I even finished speaking, closed the distance, and placed my laptop in front of him like offering it would somehow make this better.
“You can access it from here, sir.”
My voice was so thin it barely qualified as sound.
Mr. Stark looked at the laptop. Then he looked at me. The look lasted one second.
"Take it off my table," he said coldly.
His tone told me he wasn't going to repeat himself, nor was he ready to listen to anything else from me.
I nodded, ru
