Eden's POV:For the most part things return to normal. Noah is as busy as ever, attending meetings and working with the team on the new products.Even though he told me not to, I can't resist looking into the email. I drop Martin a quick text on Tuesday asking him if he can find anything out from the IT department.I'm impatient as I wait for him to get back to me and when his response does come on Friday, he tells me only that the email was sent from my computer."But that doesn't make sense," I say in a hushed voice.I don't want anyone to hear my conversation. For one thing, if Noah hears me, he'll be cross but I also don't want the others to know what is going on. They'll only worry.How could someone use my computer without me knowing? Or without someone seeing?"What time was it sent?" I ask, struggling to remember myself."Around midday.""So, the department could have been out to lunch," I mutter to myself. "But we rarely all eat at exactly the same time…"Pulling out my diary,
In everyone's haste to get me out of the building last night, I ended up leaving my phone at work. It's so annoying because I'm supposed to meeting my grandma to go shopping this afternoon and without my phone, I can't even call her to confirm.What's worse, without my phone I slept late so it's already after eleven when I leave the house.I run full pelt around the corner and down the steps to the underground. I arrive just in time to catch the tube. It's crowded as always. It's funny how used to this I've become in the last month. Four weeks ago, I'd felt claustrophobic, hating everything about the Underground. Now though, I've barely even noticed that the guy on my left's elbow is digging into my arm or the person on my right is chewing obscenely loud.Well, I might have noticed… But I'm definitely better at not getting irritated by my fellow commuters.Since it's the weekend, the train is busier than normal and instead of being full of people on their way to work, it's brimming wi
Noah's POV:We find ourselves in a little Italian restaurant a few roads away from the company. I can't believe my luck that Eden came in to work today. I'd come in, thinking that I'd spend the whole day in a sea of paperwork and so her arrival is a pleasant distraction.I can't stop smiling as our waitress takes our order. I shouldn't be this happy to see Eden. We bicker all the time. I'm not convinced she doesn't hate me. There are times when I think she might actually like me a bit, but it never lasts. Before long, we always end up arguing again."How is your granny?" she asks."My granny?""You said you always visit your granny on Friday nights."I'm surprised she even remembers. Eden Winters is nothing like what I thought. I really underestimated her the first time I met her. In fact, all I have done in the last month is misjudge her over and over again. I feel terrible. I've been a right jerk."She's good," I tell her. For some reason, I want to tell her more. I don't usually tal
Eden's POV:It's strange hearing someone else talking about my grandmother. I know she's amazing, but it's bizarre having someone else tell me. The worst thing is that I have to control my reaction. Usually if someone was to talk to me about grandma, I'd be the first to tell them how amazing she is.But as far as Noah knows, I've never even met Mrs Clancy, unless you count passing each other an hour ago.I don't really want to say goodbye when we finish our meal. We both seem to hesitate, standing just outside the restaurant."I guess I'll see you on Monday.""Yeah, try not to spend the whole weekend working," I tell him.He doesn't say anything and I get the distinct impression that's exactly what he's planning to do."Maybe, you should get a puppy," I tell him before adding, "or a girlfriend," as an afterthought.He covers his mouth as he suddenly starts coughing. I can't believe I just said that! Where did it even come from?"Er… That's never stopped me working on the weekend in the
I can't wait to get to work on Monday morning. Not that I'd tell my grandma that. She'd only read into it that I like Noah. Which is ridiculous… He's my boss for one thing. But he's also an utter pain in the arse.A sexy as hell, pain in the arse…"You're here early," I say to Stacey as she comes to stand beside me as we wait for the lift."Yeah. Got some stuff to catch up on. Good weekend?""Yeah, it was great. You?""I went on a date," she tells me excitably. "It was awful."I have no idea how she does it. I've never known anyone to be so happy as they recount a bad date."It's not really surprising," she says. "I don't know if I've ever had a good first date.""You're not serious?""Yup…""What actually happened?" I ask her."Okay. So, we've been talking online for a few weeks," she says as we step into the lift. "He seemed great. Literally, my ideal man.""Right, so far so good.""Yeah, so when we meet up and he's just as smoking as his picture, I think I've hit the jackpot."I can
There's excitement in the conference room as Noah tells the team that he will be informing Mrs Clancy about our new designs today and that if everything goes to plan, both products should be in production by the end of the week.I can't believe how quickly we've gotten to this point. It's super exciting to think I've been involved – sort of – in the process. I provided coffee and snacks; I feel like that's a valid contribution.He tells everyone to double check everything. There's no margin for error after everything that's happened over the last few weeks.Noah is clearly worried that Lewis Artie will try something but he doesn't say it in the meeting. Instead he keeps everything upbeat, thanking the team for their hard work.Everyone is so excited and happy that I'm a little scared we'll jinx it. I'm not usually superstitious but the last few weeks has me touching wood. He doesn't say it but I'm pretty sure Noah feels the same way.When the meeting is over, I follow him out of the co
Noah's POV:My morning has been hectic. Mondays always are but were usually I find it only mildly irritating, now I find I'm disappointed that I've not seen much of Eden. Other than the occasional request for coffee, I've not had any excuse to speak to her.But then again, I shouldn't be looking for excuses to talk to her. I should be working, not flirting – or even thinking about flirting – with my assistant.I work through my lunchbreak, but Eden brings me a sandwich, insisting that I eat before the meeting. More than anything, I'm just happy to see her, even if it's only for a few minutes."You need to eat," she tells me, moving the files I'm looking at off my desk as she places a plate down in front of me."Thank you," I say, although I don't really have the time to stop if I'm going to be ready for the meeting at two."Eat," she repeats firmly.I lift up the sandwich not wanting to disappoint her. She sits down opposite me and I get the distinct impression she won't leave until my
"Wait," James Artie cuts into my pitch.He doesn't need to utter another word for me to know that it isn't going to be in support of my team's work. He's going to do everything he can to pull our products apart. It's what he does."We haven't got the factory capacity for either of these," he says.I don't know how he'd know that. He's the head of finance and has very little involvement in the production side of things."Actually we do," I tell him, handing Mrs Clancy the documents that Eden has been working on, including a run down of the time and man power each factory is able to give."Not if we want to create a new range around the rocking bed design."I pause. He's right. Without knowing Mrs Clancy wanted to make a new line, I hadn't anticipated the need to include it in the projections."Well, it says here," Mrs Clancy responds, "that these numbers make an allowance for a twenty percent increase in demand for other products."I glance at what she's looking at. There on one sheet o