The glare of the phone screen reflected in Esme's wide eyes, her expression a mix of bewilderment and hurt. "Is he angry with me?" she wondered, confused at his sudden change in mood.
In the morning, he was happy and romantic. What could have shifted his mood so drastically within these few hours? Had her mention of the archives triggered something? Was she somehow responsible for his sudden displeasure?
With a frustrated shrug, Esme pushed the question aside. "I don't know. I need to finish it before the day ends."
Hours melted away as she delved into the data. Esme had even forgotten to have lunch. By the time she finally got all the best-selling designs' sales reports, it was three in the afternoon. Her stomach growled. Her throat was parched.
Esme finally emerged from the archive, clutching the folder filled with her findings. As she approached the elevator, she saw Julian coming out.
She halted her steps, eyes locked with his.
