Lucas
The meeting should have had my full attention.
It didn't.
Numbers filled the screen.
Quarterly projections.
Budget forecasts.
A presentation Noah had spent three days perfecting.
Normally I would've been leading the discussion.
Asking questions.
Making decisions.
Staying three steps ahead.
Today?
I was staring at my phone.
Not checking it.
Just...
Looking at it.
Thinking.
About Amy.
Again.
Noah noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He stopped speaking mid-sentence.
The conference room went silent.
I looked up.
Everyone was staring at me.
"Problem?"
Noah folded his arms.
"You tell me."
A few people suddenly became very interested in their laptops.
Cowards.
"Continue."
Noah didn't move.
"You're distracted."
"I'm listening."
"Name the last three things I said.
