Is there something wrong with my numbers?
But the company performed extremely well this quarter…
The director of the finance department continued presenting the report, but the more he spoke, the more nervous he became. Sweat slowly gathered on his forehead.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Mr. Norton… is there a problem with the report?"
There was no reply.
Finnick only nodded absentmindedly, as if he had heard the question. But it was obvious he wasn't paying attention.
His gaze remained fixed on his phone.
More specifically—
On the message I had sent him.
Hi, I'll be staying with my mom at my house since she has just been discharged from the hospital.
The words were polite. Formal.
Too formal.
A dark storm slowly formed inside him.
My house.
Was I trying to draw a line between us?
That woman really knew how to provoke him.
The entire meeting room fell into uneasy silence.
