Chapter 149
Ciel
I feel out of place in the room, these days.
In the corner, Jack flips through documents, brow furrowed, pen moving across pages with the kind of focus that makes him look like he's dissecting the secrets of the universe.
On the bed next to me, Nolan stares at his laptop screen, scrolling through spreadsheets full of numbers and graphs I don't pretend to understand.
His jaw is set, lips slightly parted, the way he gets when he's deep in something. Supply chain optimization algorithms. Logistics forecasting models. The kind of math that makes my eyes glaze over and his light up.
They look so attractive. All engrossed in work. Focused. Useful.
And I'm just here.
A pretty face.
That's all I am.
I sit on the edge of the bed, hands folded in my lap, and try not to spiral. I can only sit and twiddle my thumbs. Smile when they look up. Nod when they say something. Exist.
