Ezra
I don’t know how long I stared at the door after Amelia left. I beat myself up for talking about Olympia. I don’t know why I feel this way about a virtual stranger. I know I can’t let myself get caught up, but she makes my heart race in ways I never knew. I stare blankly at the computer screen she just fixed, and I am tempted to break it again just to have an excuse for her to return. But after her departure, I doubt she wants anything to do with me.
“Ezra,” Vice President Desmond Cockburn bursts into my office with his usual frown. “What are you doing? We have a meeting,” He huffs.
I stare at the slim man with a long nose, “What?”
“Meeting,” Desmond says slowly. “Why are you staring into space?”
I shrug and slowly rise from my chair. I grab a folder with the paperwork I was sup
