(Brad)
By the time I left the office, my head already hurt from dealing with Gerald all afternoon. Every conversation somehow circled back to Harmon and the notice sitting inside my briefcase like it owned the day. Gerald kept talking about strategy, positioning, and temporary motions while I sat there wondering how the hell my life turned into this mess. None of it felt manageable anymore.
I loosened my tie while walking toward the parking garage. The elevator ride down stayed quiet except for two men talking near the back about some investor meeting tomorrow morning. I barely listened to them. My mind stayed stuck on the house and the conversation with Jade before I left.
Gerald’s words kept replaying inside my head too. Keeping Jade there may become more trouble than it’s worth. That
