Chapter 47: Worrying About Grandma

Making my way back to the department, their conversation runs on repeat through my mind.

"I just don't understand why there wasn't the funding to replace the products," one of them had said, only moments before I had walked away.

"It's just James Artie being a jerk," the other had replied.

They had seemed genuinely concerned that our company might be suffering some sort of financial difficulty. Grandma would tell me if that was the case, wouldn't she? It's hard to believe that she wouldn't. She normally can't get enough of talking to me about the company. And in recent weeks, since I started working here, she's become more talkative, not less.

I can't help but wonder why Noah didn't tell us that Mrs Clancy had chosen to bankroll the replacements herself.

I'm distracted for the rest of the day and everyone notices it, none less so than Noah. He seems a mixture of irritated and concerned as he struggles to get my attention repeatedly before deciding to give up.

"Eden, I think you should