CHAPTER 100

KYLO’S POV

As I attempted to do coal with the figures displayed before me on the large monitor on the front end of the long polished conference table that dominated the center of the room I sat at the head of.

My CFO was going on and on about the latest figures which I should have been listening to, about gross income, net income, and new ways of expanding the business.

Although I tried my best I failed to focus on the lecture as my thoughts frequently shifted to the woman who was sitting next to me, on my right.

Varya was sitting at the table and, as always, carefully wrote something in her notebook with a pen. On the face of it, she had been calm, collected; all the polished professional that she had emerged to be in this business. But I knew better.

I could tell from her body language, that she was as anxious as I was, she could not even glance at me from the corner of her eye as if one fearful glance might betray something she dared not let out.

It wasn’t just her that was differe