CHAPTER 21 - BUSY SCHEDULE

I nodded as I watched him walk away to take a call and then head upstairs, stopping at the top to gaze at me.

"My office is at the end of the hallway. Sort out what I requested and come up in half an hour to print the contract. I have a printer in the room," he spoke quickly, then disappeared.

I stood for a moment, looking around. Was there really a basement in that cabin? I smiled at my naivety, knowing he was joking about that.

I took the breakfast things to the kitchen, washing the dishes. Upon returning, I tidied up the living room and grabbed my notebook, which was still open on the book screen, exactly where I had stopped reading.

“So, he didn't touch it.” I whispered, intrigued. Or he read it and returned to where he was. My more suspicious side whispered in my mind. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind, I grabbed the company computer, searching for the selected files and examining and filtering emails. I sent the main ones to Mr. Morgan, as I always did, and autonomou