It's late afternoon and Leila stands before a whiteboard with a marker in hand as her eyes studied the calculation she just did on it.
It has been days since she last saw Nolan and for some disturbing reason, she cannot stop thinking about him. There was a mansion… no, her entire mind was filled with him.
She did not want to drown herself with alcohol as the last time she was drunk, she only had a vague idea of what happened, and she did not want to believe that it was true.
Moaning?
No!
Leila shut her eyes, tightening them to wipe those thoughts and this could be the one-hundredth time she is doing that in the last hour.
Documents have been piling up for her review and signature, but she has not touched them. Her mind was still everywhere, and it would not be good to review a contract without a sane mind.
