I heard you had feelings

Myra glowered at the middle-aged man before her. If she had bristled when he patted her shoulder, then she was now fuming after he had brushed his pinky finger against the back of her hand.

Meanwhile, Thomas seemed unfazed and the smile on his face was warm and polite as he cajoled, “We should finish the rest of the wine, Miss Stark. It’s getting late and we ought to head home soon.”

The others in the private room were oblivious to her anger. Even Tilly was beaming as she moved to clink glasses with everyone, the remaining wine in her glass sloshing as she did so.

Myra’s gaze darkened as grim realization dawned upon her. It had been far too easy for them to secure the project today. Genevieve was supposed to be with them, as well, but she was called away at the very last minute.

Things are not as simple as they seem, Myra thought.

“Miss Stark? Miss Stark?” Thomas called out for her twice and only then did she snap out of her thoughts. She did not know why she felt sleepy all of a sudd