Eden's POV:I return to my grandmother's house after my lunch with Stacey, hoping that I might actually see her this evening. She's not home when I arrive, probably at the company. Grandma doesn't usually work on the weekend but I'm too scared to ask her if she's okay. Lately, I've felt like she's keeping secrets from me.Since I have the house to myself, I wander up to my bedroom. It's ridiculously over the top luxurious. It's huge but then again, I guess it has to be to house the seven doll's houses. I approach the last house, the one we never finished. I've thought about doing it myself countless times but I've never actually been able to bring myself to do it.It had always been too painful even thinking about it. We'd barely even started this particular house when my parents died.Sitting down in front of it, I pull out the old sketch book we used to collect our design thoughts. We had it all planned out. My fingers brush across the sheets of paper as the sight of my father's
Noah's POV:Eden is already at her desk when I arrive. She looks tired, like she hasn't slept well all weekend."Didn't sleep?" I ask, holding out the coffee to her.She smiles gratefully as she takes it from me. "I was a bit late going to bed," she tells me.It feels weird not knowing what she's been up to all weekend. It's frustrating too, knowing that if I ask her she probably won't tell me the truth."I was at my grandma's house," she says, telling me just enough that she's not lying."You had an all-nighter with your grandma?" I tease, pressing for more."God, no. She went to bed at a sensible time unlike me."I reach out, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. It's hard not to touch her and I don't even think about the fact that someone could see us. Fortunately, most of my team wouldn't even consider coming to work this early."What were you doing up so late?" I ask softly.I want to know more. Knowing that she's been lying to me, I feel like there's a whole side o
Knowing that Mrs Clancy is Eden's grandmother, I feel slightly nervous as I make my way towards her office for the meeting. It's something I do several times a week and yet it feels more important now, or at least important in a different way."Come on in everyone," Mrs Clancy says as she walks into her own office, removing her coat as she goes.It's odd. She's late. I don't think I've ever known her to arrive to work late. She looks almost as tired as Eden but that makes little sense. Eden said her grandma got an early night. I shake off my unease. It's not really any of my business."How was everyone's weekend?" The older woman asks and everyone exchange polite replies. For the most part they all sound disappointed to be back at work but I'm pretty sure I hear some grumbling about their good for nothing husband."How was your birthday?" Lewis Artie asks.'Suck up,' I mutter under my breath."It could have been better," she replies, "perhaps if I didn't have to work all weekend
Normally I wouldn't hesitate to tell Eden about what happened in the meeting but I'm concerned I'll only make her worry more. She's got a lot on her mind, the last thing she needs is to worry about a pending lawsuit.I hadn't considered how easily news travels around this company. Some of the assistants could gossip for Britain.At around four, just as the department is beginning to get noisier, everyone eager to go home, Eden makes her way into my office. She has a serious look on her face as she strides towards my desk. It's clear in her every movement that she is on a mission and I gulp, silently berating myself for not telling her myself."A lawsuit?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly. "So Lewis Artie wasn't just stealing ideas from our team?"If she knew that I know about her grandmother, I'd apologise for not telling her but while ever she thinks I don't know, I have no real reason to tell her. I'm hardly going to come out of a meeting and exchange all the goss with my gir
Eden's POV:I'm freaking out. Literally freaking out.It doesn't help that Noah has me sitting in his office collating documents when all I really want to do is run down to my grandma's office and demand to know what the hell is going on. Not that she'd actually tell me.When it's finally time to call it a day, Noah rushes me out the door. I'm not sure why but he seems to be in a very good mood. I feel like a bit of a downer by comparison. It's hard to be happy when I'm so worried about grandma. But I can't tell him that. I can't explain my moodiness to him and that makes me feel even worse.He takes it in his stride though. He doesn't seem at all affected by the fact that I keep giving him one word answers or that I'm barely being civil.As he drives us to the supermarket, I stay quiet, staring out the window at the passing buildings. I'm not really seeing them. He could be taking me to the middle of the countryside to ax me to death and I would be none the wiser.I jump slightl
Over the next week, I struggle knowing that my grandma is having a hard time and there's nothing I can do about it. I would love to strangle Lewis Artie but I'm not sure that would achieve anything besides landing me in prison. Just what my grandma would need... the bad press of having her only granddaughter in the slammer for attempted murder.Noah keeps reminding me that the lawyers have it in hand and that the best thing we can do is focus on the company's accounts. He is convinced that Lewis's uncle is the one responsible for the disappearing funds. I guess I should be grateful he no longer suspects my grandma but really all I feel is overwhelmed.I pop back to grandma's regularly to check on her but she's rarely at home and when I do see her, she looks exhausted. It means our work has slowed down but Noah doesn't complain about the delays. He's probably had enough of all the extra work and appreciates the break."What are you doing here?" Grandma asks as she comes into the kitc
Returning to work on Monday morning, I am impatient for the others to arrive. My heels are tapping on the floor as I power up my computer. Noah places a coffee mug on my desk before making his way into his office without saying anything.That's unlike him. He usually stops to talk to me for at least a few minutes before beginning work. My disappointment is short lived though when I see Stacey making her way into the department.Hurrying to my feet, I make my way over towards her."I need your help," I say to her as soon as I'm close enough."Good morning to you too," she says with a yawn."Sorry. Morning," I reply, falling into step beside her as she enters the team kitchen."What do you need, Eden?" she asks as she flips the switch on the kettle."I need to learn how to carve furniture.""You what?" She blinks at me, completely surprised. "How am I supposed to help with that? I just draw the furniture. Someone else makes it.""Yeah, but you have to make all those little model
Noah's POV:I don't know why I'm here. This meeting has nothing to do with me or my department. It's all about Lewis Artie and his stupid legal issues. I'm not sure why I need to be aware of any of it but apparently we all need to be in the know. Whatever that means."According to legal," Martin is telling us all, "our best bet is to offer a settlement.""Has it even been proven yet?" someone asks but I scoff at the question. "Well, it's not an unreasonable question, is it Noah?""Usually, no. But we're talking about Lewis here.""What's that supposed to mean?" Lewis retorts angrily."Only that it's not exactly like it's something you wouldn't do," I answer."I've never stolen anyone's ideas," he insists."Sure. Keep telling yourself that.""You can't prove otherwise.""Enough. I didn't call you all here for this," Mrs Clancy speaks up, clearly unimpressed. "I want you all put your teams at ease. There's no reason for them to be concerned.""But wait, Mrs Clancy, just a few