Dermot's pov
We were done with the food, I was nursing my wine. Taking a sip won't harm the baby.
The waiter cleared our plates and left us to our business, I didn't want to speak first so I pretended to sip from my wine.
"Mr. Shaw, I am ready now." She said,
I sighed in relief, I want to see what she has in those files too. The silence has been deafening and I wanted nothing more for it to be over, we have been eating and it's like nobody wants to talk.
Well, except now.
"Oh good, let's see what you have." He said.
She gave him the file, he hummed his approval as he took a look, whatever that was in those files must have impressed him.
I pasted a smile on my face when she turned to me, she sent me a fleeting smile but I said nothing.
What a bitch.
Did she really think I came here without a plan?
"I came up with this as soon as we got the project." She said,
Of course you did.
