Nathan sat back in his chair, hid jacket draped over the armrest, his tie were loose but still hanging around his neck. Alex stood across from him, with tablet in hand, reading through numbers and projections like his life depended on it.
"…and the third-quarter adjustments would require approval from—"
"Mhm."
Alex paused for half a second, then continued. "—from the board, especially regarding the offshore accounts—"
Nathan's eyes were on the glass wall, but he wasn't seeing the city beyond it. His mind wasn't in the office at all, It was on Fiona.
Her lips. The way she'd leaned in and the brief second where she froze before kissing him back. He remembered that night when he tasted her ice cream, sweet and cold, mixed with her. The surprised look on her face after, like she hadn't expected it even though she'd wanted it.
"…Mr. Keith?"
Alex called but Nathan didn't respond.
Alex cleared his throat and tried again. "Sir?"
