So much for getting out of the building before anyone saw me...It's always the way, right? When you're trying to avoid people you run into EVERYONE! Trust my luck that I'm wearing Noah's shirt on the one morning when everyone decides to come to work early. Mostly no one seems to notice as we make our way past them. It would help if I was wearing a coat but nope, I stupidly decided not to wear one today.Stacey definitely notices though. She stops us near the door to our department to ask Noah a couple of questions. There's a smirk on her face and I can only imagine what she's thinking."Nice shirt, Eden," she says casually. "You pull it off well... Definitely better than..."D*mn! I have to stop her before someone hears. It's perfectly innocent after all but there's no way anyone would believe me. What's more the truth is far less exciting than what the trashy gossip they can make up."I spilt my coffee," I try to explain before she can say anything else."Ah... I see," she says, adju
Noah's POV:It doesn't matter how much I try to understand. I just can't wrap my head around why this matters so much to her. I wanted one night without all this between us, just one night where it would be just me and her. No work. No one else. No distractions.Earlier when she refused to go out for dinner with me, I'd tried to convince her. My motivation wasn't completely selfish either. She's been putting so much energy into all of this work stuff and it has clearly taken an emotional toll on her. I'd wanted to give her just one night without all this hellish overtime.I know she takes her job seriously but this is beyond any semblance of normal levels of workaholicism.She's not looked up from her work once in the last thirty minutes. I know because I've been watching her. It's getting late and usually she'd be telling me round about now that she's starving and we'd be ordering in takeout. But apparently not tonight.Her behaviour makes little sense to me. I know why I'm invested i
Eden's POV:"I don't know."It's an impossible question to answer. For one thing, I really can't believe that grandma knew about this. There's no way she'd just sit on this sort thing. She's so headstrong. She'd never have allowed someone in the company to do this. But the idea that she might not have only known about but perhaps been involved too, is beyond my level of comprehension.Grandma wouldn't. I really don't think she would but I can't tell Noah that because as far as he knows I have no grounds for my belief in her character.Instead, I try not to think of it. If grandma is involved - which I really don't believe she is - then I'll worry about that when I find the evidence to prove it. I wouldn't let myself be weighed down by the worst case scenario until we know for sure. Leaning into Noah's side, I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder.He's talking but I'm not really listening. The sound of his voice is so calming and I can feel myself drifting off to sleep but when the
Noah's POV:Last night I'd called Eden as soon as I arrived home. It had been hard to leave her apartment and so I'd rushed to pull out my phone as soon as my front door closed behind me, fearing that she might have already gone to bed. It had been late after all.She'd answered though and we'd spent the best part of two hours talking about absolutely nothing.This morning though, I'm absolutely exhausted. Before heading up to the office, I pop across the street to pick up my regular order of coffee. I've already spoken to Eden by text this morning and I'm in a great mood. I drop a quick reply to her last message. I'm disappointed when I don't immediately see the three little dots that tell me she's typing out her reply.I pay for the coffees and exit the cafe, preparing to cross the street. Waiting at the pedestrian crossing, I smile when my eyes land on Eden. She's standing outside the company and I automatically lift my hand to wave to her but pull it back when I see that she's
He can't be her father. Eden's parents are both dead. He could be her uncle, I suppose. Or a family friend? He's definitely too young to be her grandfather and I've always had the impression that Eden's grandma was the only family she had left. She's certainly next mentioned a granddad.I've been able to think of little else over the last few days, I'm not sure why I'm so interested. It's not like it really matters. Except that I want to know everything about her. And that curiosity is highly frustrating.Martin has popped by my office several times in the last few days but he hasn't once spoken to Eden. They haven't so much as exchanged smiles. The whole thing is highly suspicious but I refuse to get overworked about it.I can't ask her about it though because she asked me to trust her judgement and wait for her to tell me who her source was. It's more important than ever that I do that, after the way I behaved when she first joined the company. And now, the last thing I want is fo
An hour or so later, I'm returning to the company. I need to pick up some documents that I need to look over ahead of a meeting I have on Monday with the other team leaders and directors.Part of me wants to leave it and pick it up in the morning but that would mean wasting time that could be spent with Eden.The building is quiet as I make my way up to our floor. Unlocking my office, I let myself in before approaching my desk to find the documents I want. They're easy to find, exactly where Eden told me she left them. Then I'm re-locking my office and making my way out of the department again."I'm sorry Eden." I'm surprised when I hear a voice further down the corridor. I stop short, wanting to hear more.Eden isn't here. She's supposed to be with her grandma but I distinctly heard the person say her name. Perhaps it was my imagination… I've clearly got Eden on the brain. Logically, I should just ignore the voice and go home. That's what I should do but when it comes to Eden I ra
Eden's POV:I'm asleep by the time my grandma arrives home and she's not home when I wake up either. I'd decided to stay the night so that I could at least have breakfast with her but apparently that isn't on the agenda.Something must be going on. It's not like Grandma to miss her birthday dinner.Then again, obviously something is going on. I've seen the company accounts. I know just how messed up everything is but I also know that it's hardly new. Someone has been siphoning money out of the company for over ten years, since before my parents died. And there's no way, my grandma didn't know. She'd have to be completely oblivious not to know.I don't understand why she hasn't said something, shared her concerns. We're family after all.I'm not sure what to do with myself today. My plans have been cancelled and my back up option is clearly to busy to even have breakfast with me. Scrolling through my phone, I consider my options. I could just continue on with the work I have waitin
Noah's POV:My weekend is pretty crappy. Not seeing Eden puts a real dampener on my mood. We text frequently but I feel a little distant, still too annoyed and confused. Of course, for her part she's completely oblivious. She's unaware that I know anything at all. I make up another excuse for why I can't see her on Sunday.I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel and so I try to distract myself with paperwork. It doesn't really work but it's better than moping about feeling sorry for myself.It's insane to think I tried to fire Mrs Clancy's granddaughter. I guess I should count my lucky stars that Eden forgave me for that, rather than feeling angry with her for lying. But it's easier said than done.I want an explanation but I'm obviously not going to get one. At least not today.It's possible that Mrs Clancy asked Eden to look into the company's finances, I guess. And I was trusted to help?But Eden had seemed just as shocked as I'd felt when we found out. I don't think that
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