Over the next few days I do everything I can to focus on my work. My time is split between work and the hospital, although grandma keeps trying to send me away.People frequently ask after grandma.For the most part I'm able to maintain the story that she's suffering from food poisoning but that excuse has a expiration date. And everyday people seem to be more impatient to know when she'll be coming back to work.I'm sitting in Noah's office, discussing his schedule on Friday afternoon, when there's a knock at the door. Martin enters the room and I get to my feet. I prepare to leave, thinking that Martin is here to speak to Noah but I'm taken aback when Martin turns to me."Sit back down, Eden," he says softly, coming to sit in the seat next to mine. "We've got a problem."Oh dear. I don't need to know what the problem is to know that I'm not going to be happy about it. If I've been asked to stay then it must be to do with grandma."The department heads are growing restless," Mar
Eden's POV:Arriving at the hospital, I make my way to my grandma's ward. I've rushed here, straight from work, hoping that I might actually manage to spend time with my grandma before she falls asleep.The nurses are sitting at the nurses' station, typing away on their computer. When they spot me coming towards them, they both give me a wide, welcoming smile."Miss Clancy," the first one says, "it's good to see you again."It's practically the same words, verbatim, as what the nurse last night and the night before said by way of greeting.She falls into step beside me, as I continue down the ward to my grandma's hospital room."She just fell asleep, unfortunately."Big surprise there. It's always the same. I come every day and she's always asleep. If I didn't know she'd just had a heart attack, I'd think she is trying to avoid me."No problem," I say, my voice deflated as I enter the room.Grandma looks frail and weak, far too small for her hospital bed. I don't like this at
Eden's POV:Against what I believe to be my better judgement, I don't mention anything to grandma when I visit her the next day or the day after that. Instead, I prepare myself mentally for returning to the company on Monday morning.Just thinking about working in my grandma's office, taking her place, feels wrong.Martin is waiting for me when Noah and I get off the lift. I'm surprised to see him so early. I know my grandma usually starts work early but her 'early' and Noah's 'early' are two very different things."I've drafted up an email to send to the department heads," he begins without bothering to wish either of us good morning. Good old Martin. Straight to business. "I need you to give it a glance over. You'll still need to sit down with them at some point but this should sate their appetite for information for a day or two until you're settled in."I hope he's right. I'm not looking forward to this at all.Noah gives my hand a gentle squeeze as we walk down the corridor
Noah's POV:I know Eden is scared out of her mind that she's going to mess this up. She told me so enough times last night when I dropped her off at her apartment. But you wouldn't know it from looking at her. She's got a confident look on her face and her shoulders are squared, ready for whatever crap the others are going to throw at her.She's pretty impressive but I might be biased.Everyone takes their seats around the table where Mrs Clancy usually holds our team meetings, Eden taking the seat at the head of the table. There's a tension in the air and there's definitely some animosity coming from James and Lewis. It's pretty evident in their matching smirks. They think they have the upper hand.James opens his mouth to speak but Eden gets there before him."I understand that someone has been spreading malicious rumours that Clancy's Comforts is in financial difficulty," she says without hesitation. Her voice is strong and it carries over the silence in the room. "Of course, t
I'm a little in over my head at the office but I do my best to keep a smile on my face. If I look confident, that's half the battle, or at least that's what my grandma would say.It's hard to concentrate when I'm waiting for the post to arrive. It's been a few days since I visited the police station and I've been impatiently waiting for the police report to arrive. I try to not let it distract me from my work but it's easier said than done."Post is here," Martin says, popping his head around grandma's office door. It still feels weird using her office as my own.I try to seem indifferent. He doesn't know anything about my visit to the police station and I'd like to keep it that way, at least for now. I wait until he's dropped several envelopes and a larger bubble-wrapped envelope on the desk and is turning to leave again before I reach for it.He turns back though and I pull my hand away."Can I get you something for lunch?" he asks."Sure," I agree with a smile. "Thank you, Mar
Noah's POV:Eden's smile is significantly more forced when we return to work in the morning. I feel awful leaving her to go to my own office, not that she needs me to babysit her. Quite the opposite. She's more than capable of handling all of this, even if I do wish I could shield her away from it.The morning flies by but just as I'm trying to decide where I'm going to take Eden for lunch, there's a knock at my office door."Come in," I call out, closing down the booking window for Eden's favourite restaurant.Stacey makes her way into my office, closing the door behind her. She doesn't say anything until she is standing directly in front of my desk."Sir..." She hesitates in a way that is very unlike her. "Is Mrs Clancy sick?"Her question catches me off guard. As far as I am aware the department heads have all agreed to keep Mrs Clancy's health status on the down low, at least for the time being.Who would tell? It doesn't take me long to work out who would go against Eden's
Eden's POV:I end up working late over the next two days. James Artie is certainly right about one thing. My grandma's job isn't easy. There's a heck of a lot to do and it's fair to say that James and his nephew Lewis aren't making it any easier. If anything their making the whole thing a d*mn sight harder.It feels like every day there's a new company coming forward to sue us because of Lewis's team. At this point, it seems impossible that Lewis will be able to even try and pass the buck onto someone else. His whole team can't be responsible, if he's not.It just seems to get worse and I seem to be spending an insane amount of my time apologising for Lewis's actions. It would be significantly easier if he'd just scr*wed over big conglomerate but the man has no moral compass at all, and seems to have stolen ideas from the biggest names in the furniture business to little start ups and even one or two family run shops. I don't like having to apologise for something I didn't do and wh
Noah's POV:I'm momentarily lost, not at all sure what she's referring to. What would she possibly have to go to the police station about? I find myself looking for injuries, scared that something has happened to her and then it hits me."You asked them about your parents' death?" I ask hesitantly.I have about a million questions but I don't want to overwhelm her. Walking her through to the kitchen, I pour us both a glass of wine as she begins to explain. Sitting down at the kitchen table, she places a brown envelope down on the table between us.Biting inside of my cheek, I stare down at that envelope."Have you opened it?" I ask."I can't do it…" She says it like she thinks I'm going to be disappointed in her. Silly fool. Why would I be? If our situations were reversed, I'm not sure I'd be handling any of this half as well as she is."You want me to?" I ask, my hand moving towards the envelope slowly as I wait for her confirmation."Please."The noise of the envelope openin