As Nevaeh sipped her coffee, eyes fixed to nothing in particular out of the car window, she silently praised the Goddess it was Friday. That meant it was the last work day of the week, and the last possible day to bump into Aron or Sébastien, which wasn’t too hard since they’ve been avoiding the merger meetings all week with some lame excuse their father came up with about tending to other projects. Nevaeh wasn’t sure if she was happy to see Aron’s seat empty, or if it was the origin of her bitchy demeanor. But, when the b***h came out, things got done, so closing on the deal was running rather well with the contract.
Shrugs. Maybe the twins should just keep ghosting them.
Sigh. But her heart missed him. His obviously didn’t miss hers enough.
It was just the four of th
