(Sebastian)
I stayed in my office after Zara left.
I'd watched her walk toward the elevator without calling her back. She'd looked at me before leaving, and I couldn't stop wondering what she'd wanted to say. Yesterday she'd made her position clear. She wanted to keep her job separate from whatever had happened between us.
I respected that, even if I didn't like it.
Her campaign drafts were waiting on my computer. I opened the third proposal and read it from beginning to end. She'd included customer interviews, a plan for gathering feedback, and examples of how the company could respond to complaints. There was more thought behind it than some directors put into an entire presentation.
I was halfway through the budget section when my phone rang.
Marcus Reid.
I answered. "What do you
