"Did I ask you to stop talking?" I asked coldly.
The young man giving the presentation froze instantly. The entire meeting room went silent, the air turning thick and suffocating. No one dared to breathe too loudly.
"I'm sorry, sir… I'll continue right away," he stammered nervously, quickly flipping back to his slides.
I leaned back in my chair, my attention drifting back to my phone. She called me herself… what exactly does she want to discuss?
My mind wandered unwillingly.
I remembered the conversation I had with my grandfather that night. He had been insistent, annoyingly so, that I was in love with Lena. According to him, that was the only explanation for why I felt so miserable without her.
And the worst part?
Everyone else seemed to think the same thing.
