CHAPTER 19

Sophie

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The meeting had been going on for probably two hours. My concentration faltered as a nauseous feeling brewed in my stomach—the dizziness that constantly struck me.

Romi leaned in. “Are you okay?” She whispered. “You look sick,” she stated.

“I am alright; I just didn’t get enough sleep,” I responded. Although I had had more than ten hours of sleep, I still couldn’t help but feel tired.

“What did you do that kept you up all night on a Monday night?” Romi whispered her question. “Were you being naughty with Alex?” She teased.

My heart skipped. I hadn’t told her about the divorce or anything. While Romi was away, she was dealing with her own issues, and I didn’t want to bother her.

Mr. Beckham cleared his throat, drawing our attention back to the projection screen. We adjusted and leaned back.

Mia’s strong cologne entered the office, intensifying my nausea.

Mr. Beckham narrowed his eyes. “You are late.”

With a gentle voice, she responded, “I’m so sorry