There's an awkwardness between us but I do my best to ignore it as I explain my team's current list of projects to her."You won't have to be involved in any of the actual design work," I tell her, "but you'll need to know the details of each project."She is nodding her head vigorously as if that will prove that she's paying attention. It's almost endearing. Although not quite, because it also looks like her head could completely fall off."Er, if you have any questions about any of them, you can ask me or the team members associated with the project," I say, passing her several project folders over the desk."No problem, Mr Grisham.""I mean it," I tell her. "It's better to ask questions than do something wrong."I sound stern but I don't intend it that way. I'm trying my best to be patient. It's not one of my strengths but if it means I don't have to keep training new assistants, I'm willing to give it a shot.Sighing, I say, "let's go. I'll show you around.""Holly gave me a tour y
Eden's POV:My first week at Clancy's Comforts goes off without a snitch. Although Mr Grisham had clearly put in a massive amount of effort to be patient with me on the first few days, I'm quickly learning that he's a completely grouch before he has his morning coffee and for the last thirty minutes of the work day. He's also a tyrant right before lunch and… Who am I kidding? He's just a moody git most of the time.But a week in, I at least know it's not all aimed at me. Everyone seems to get on his bad side in equal measure. His team don't let it bother them though. Instead, they roll their eyes at him and even tease him for it. AND he lets them!"Alright Eden," Stacey, one of the designers calls over with a wave of her hand as she walks past."Not bad," I reply just as my phone buzzes with a message from Mr Grisham demanding I bring him a set of files."He's already on the war path, is he?" she asks, eyeing my phone.I'm wary of agreeing with her. As right as she is, I can hear my gr
Noah's POVEven by my own standards, I'm in a terrible mood on Monday morning. I had the weekend from hell. There was a leak in my apartment and I spent the entire two day break hunting down a plumber. My kitchen is ruined. Like utterly destroyed.Eden is waiting for the elevator when I get there. She has a coffee in her hand and it smells divine. I would kill for a cup right about now."Miss Winters," I say a little bit sharper than I intend."Mr Grisham," she replies after a slight jump."Have you drunk any of that?" I eye her drink."Er… Not yet.""Great," I say, taking it from her. She glowers at me as I take a gulp. "That was mine!" she complains."Yup," I agree, nodding my head.She's clearly not impressed and I can't really say I blame her. If she were to steal my coffee first thing in the morning, I might fire her. Or worse.Eden reaches to try and take the drink back, clearly unimpressed."You can't just steal my drink," she says sassily."I already have," I retort, holding
Eden's POV:Noah might hate Mondays. It's weird because I thought he loved working for Clancy's Comforts. Apparently, not so much on Monday mornings.I'm supposed to be recording the minutes but that's a bit difficult when no one is speaking. You could hear a pin drop. Staring at the clock on my laptop, I wait as patiently for their three minutes to be up.I glance up at Noah. He looks completely relaxed, leaning back in his chair. Everyone else on the other hand look like they're about to crap themselves."Right, who is going to go first?" Noah asks eventually and I breath out a sigh of relief.But then the silence is back as no one volunteers.I tap my nails on the table, awkwardly looking everywhere except at the others in the room."Surely, someone has something," Noah says impatiently.Still nothing. He opens his mouth and I flinch. I recognise that look. He's going to shout. Fortunately, I'm not the only one who has recognised the expression on his face and Rob speaks up."Does t
Knocking on Noah's office door, I let myself in using my elbow to push the handle down."I got you a coffee, sir," I say happily, "and I thought you might want a cake.""A cake?" he asks, looking up from his work. "What do you want, Eden?"He's suspicious. Damn it."I was just wondering…""I'm not telling you," he cuts in."But…""Let me guess," he says. "Everyone is asking you which product concept won?""Er… yeah but…""But you're not asking for them," he continues, leaning back, his arms crossed. "You want to know too?""Yeah. That's right," I reply, placing the coffee and cake on his desk."I'm not telling you," he repeats.Frowning, I want to argue back but he doesn't look like he'll be moved. Instead, I pick up the coffee and cake once again."Hey! Hang on," he says, getting to his feet. "Where are you taking my cake?""When you refuse to be bribed, you don't get to keep the sweetener."His eyes are dark. He's not impressed as he leans forward over his desk."You're not serious?"
Over the next few days, I spend most of my time being sent on coffee runs. The team have barely left the conference room except to eat, sleep and hopefully shower. Although that last one is questionable, based on the awful stench in the conference room.We've been working late every day and Noah has been coming in earlier and earlier each morning. It's a real challenge, trying to arrive before him, one I'm failing to meet.We're working around the clock but no one has complained yet, at least not that I've heard. They're excited, eager to make the rocking beds the company's best product ever. It's not enough for it to be this year's bestseller, the goal Noah set them. No. They're on a mission to achieve more than ever before.I've got to respect them for it. They really love this job.I can't help but wonder if the other teams are the same. Do they have the same drive? It's hard to believe anyone else being as invested as Design Team One.It's intriguing, watching them work, the random
Noah's POV:The team work solidly on the new product for the best part of two weeks. Their energy is infectious and at the end of the second week, I can't wait to tell Mrs Clancy and the other managers about our new product. I gather the designs and head out of my office, telling Eden I'll be back in an hour or so.She smiles at me a wide, brimming smile. She's not the only one. I feel like the entire department is watching me. They all know where I'm going and they're anticipating Mrs Clancy's reaction just as much as I am.I don't want to pre-empt it, just in case Mrs Clancy hates our idea – I don't think it's likely but it's certainly not impossible – otherwise I'd tell everyone that I'll buy them a round of drinks after hours.Instead, I leave acting as if I'm completely indifferent to their excitement. By the time I reach Mrs Clancy's office it's a lot harder to hide my excitement. Lewis and his uncle, James Artie are standing outside whispering amongst themselves.I'm automatical
It takes everything I have not to let my rage show. I keep quiet as much as possible, only speaking when asked something directly and when the meeting finally comes to an end, I'm the first to leave.I stride purposefully in the direction of my department but the closer I get the slower my stride becomes. I don't know what I'm going to say to them. My team are going to be so disappointed.Turning the corner, the first thing I notice is Eden sitting at her desk. She's talking to someone and that someone has their back turned towards me. I can feel everyone's eyes on me. They're expecting me to say something. They're expecting good news but I haven't got any.The only people in the entire department who haven't noticed me are Eden and her guest.Approaching them, my temper boils as Holly Sinclair turns to look at me, a wide smile on her face."Thanks for that, Eden," she says. "I really owe you one."She nods her head at me before waving goodbye to Eden and walking away.I'm gobsmacked.
Noah's POV:When I manage to get through the crowd of people, I find Eden sitting at the centre. She's in a metal chair with a hot drink in her hand and she's shaking slightly. My eyes linger on her momentarily before they take in the person talking to her, or more precisely the clothes they are wearing.Eden is speaking to a police officer.What the hell happened? I move to her side quickly, before crouching down to check on her."Eden, are you okay?" I ask.She gives me a small smile and offers me a shaky hand. I take it, feeling the cold that is emanating from her skin."I'm alright," she answers but I struggle to believe her."What happened?" I demand."James…"That's all she needs to say for me to see red. "Where is he?""The police have him now," she tells me, her voice hollow like she's overwrought with emotion."Do you need to stay here?" I want to take her away from all the prying eyes. I know Eden won't be enjoying the attention she's currently getting."I don't
Noah's POV:Mrs Clancy is happily talking away about Eden. Her voice is filled with evident pride. I'm surprised that Eden's been gone this long. It's been almost half an hour and I had gotten the distinct impression that she would rush back."I wonder what's taking Eden so long," Mrs Clancy's words echo my own thoughts.Getting to my feet, I reply, "I should go find her."Mrs Clancy smiles at me as I make my way out of the room in search of her granddaughter. Just outside, I'm glance around. I'm not really sure where to look for Eden. Coffee was just Mrs Clancy's excuse to get Eden out of the room. All so she could ambush me with questions. Questions I would have answered even if Eden had been in the room.The nurses are sitting at their desk, chatting away happily and there are several patients wandering about, but there's no sign of Eden. I pull my phone out of my pocket and call her. It's not like I can search the entire hospital, although I will if I have to. Even if it does
Eden's POV:I'm pretty sure grandma shouldn't be having caffeine so I forgo the coffee and just wander around instead. I tell myself that I'll give them ten minutes – exactly ten minutes – and then I'll head back.I hope Noah knows what he's getting himself into. Grandma is sneaky and she knows exactly how to dig for information. She'll have a wedding date, the number of kids he wants and the names and numbers of his immediate family members all within that ten minutes I'm giving them.Any longer and she'll wrangle every secret he's ever kept out of him.I'm not sure where to go so I head towards the exit, thinking that I'll get a little air. My mind immediately returns to the events of the previous day. It had taken ages to explain everything to the police. They'd have what felt like hundreds of questions.They have more, of course. They want witness statements from all of us. I guess, that's what I'll be doing tomorrow in between trying to fix the mess that James and Lewis have
Eden's POV:Opening my eyes, I stretch my arms over my head. A quick glance at the alarm clock tells me it's later than it should be. I should have gotten up hours ago.I don't have time to waste.In a daze, I change my clothes and give myself a quick wash in the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I need to know what the hell is going on. Hurrying out of my bedroom, I'm surprised to find Noah in my little kitchen. He's bare foot and making breakfast."Morning," he says with a wide smile.I really love the sight of him here like this. Its not the first time I've seen him in my home in the morning but it feels special somehow. Every morning with him feels special.He tells me to sit down at the table and I only waver for a second as I wonder where my phone is. He must see my hesitation because he hands me my phone, unplugging it from the charger that is on the counter."Your battery was low," he tells me gently, as he drops a kiss to my head and places a cup of tea on the table in f
While I wait for the police to arrive, I hurriedly search through Alice's computer for anything about Luxen. I'm pretty sure that's where the company's money has gone and so it's essential that I find the information about it as soon as possible.I hear pounding footsteps and when I look up I see Noah coming towards me."What the hell is going on, Eden?" he demands."The police are on their way," I tell him, my attention returning to the computer. "Where's Lewis?""With Martin. What do you mean the police are coming?""I heard James… He's leaving. He's running away. I need to stop him."It's clear from the look on his face that he's not really following."James killed my parents.""I know.""You do?""Lewis…""Oh.""I called the police. He's going to leave the country.""When?""Alice booked him a flight in four hours' time.""So, we have time… What are you doing now?" he asks, his hand on my forearm."I need to find… There's an account – Luxen. I need to…""That's whe
Eden's POV:I'm moving on autopilot, surviving on adrenaline alone. Several minutes ago when I heard James Artie leave his office with his assistant, I had let out a sigh of relief. I couldn't believe I'd managed to remain hidden.I'd tiptoed down the corridor until I found myself staring right at Noah.My pulse had skyrocketed as I stared at him and I hadn't been able to stop the wide smile that covered my face. As awful as it was to hear James' callous words about my parents' death, I felt like I was finally able to breathe again after the longest time.I knew for sure who killed my parents.Knowing that James Artie is responsible for all the pain I've felt, that my grandma has felt in the last ten years, knowing that he is the enemy I've been trying to beat in the last few months, gave me the fire to win.That need to put him behind bars is what pushes me back in the direction of his office. I know that he's gone back to his apartment to pack his stuff. I heard him tell Alice
Noah's POV:When Eden doesn't hurry back from the loos, I don't immediately panic. It's understandable that she might need a few minutes alone after everything that we've discussed today. It feels like every day we learn something new that has the power to destroy her and yet she faces it with a strength that is beyond belief.I'm in awe of her.I don't think I've have handled all this anywhere near as well as she has if it were my parents that were murdered. In fact, I know that I wouldn't. And it's not because I'm a weak man, but rather because she is something else entirely. She has a quiet resilience, a fire that keeps her moving towards her goal, though I'm not completely sure what that is.Is she trying to save the company or discover her parents' murderer? It's hard to say and I don't think it really matters either way. One will no doubt lead to the other and vice versa.Ten minutes turn to twenty and twenty soon becomes thirty. I find myself checking the clock frequently,
"Just how much did you tell her?" Lewis shouts as he enters the room. I'm not sure who he is talking to. Perhaps his uncle?"Lewis, shut up," James retorts angrily as the door slams shut behind them. "You know full well that Eden Clancy is in the building. The last thing we need is for her to overhear you.""It's not me that told her…""No. But it is you that got caught stealing intellectual property not just once but countless times. So stop shouting at Alice.""She told…""No. She didn't. From what Alice is saying, it was actually your assistant that gave Eden the details of your indiscretion.""My indiscretion? It was your idea! I never even wanted this job and now thanks to you, Uncle James, I'm probably going to end up in prison.""Don't be such a big baby and shut the hell up. Taking a little responsibility won't do you any harm."The room falls silent and I pray to whoever might be listening that no one will come around this side of the desk. "Alice tell me everything,
After lunch we return to the company. I'm a little distracted and not really paying attention to what the guys are saying. And not because we just had a run in with Mason.That whole conversation is like a nonentity. It seems irrelevant compared to everything else that has been happening recently."Eden what do you think?" Noah asks, pulling me from my thoughts.I stand still and blink up at them both. I haven't got a clue what they want to know. What do I think about what?"Er… I'm not sure. I'm going to go to the loo."They nod before returning to their conversation. Leaving the office, I make my way across the lobby and down one corridor, heading in the direction of the toilets.The idea that my grandma has known about my parents' murder for years and has done nothing about it is really bothering me. I just can't grapple with it. It doesn't make sense. Even if she wanted to protect me, she wouldn't just allow someone to get away with killing my parents. Would she?Surely, she