I almost groaned.
“You’ve barely eaten with us all week,” he continued. “I don’t know why you’re stressing yourself this much when you literally don’t need the money.”
Pierce nodded immediately. “Exactly.”
Ford leaned back slightly while staring at me. “We have enough money already. You don’t need to work yourself to death.”
I looked away quietly.
Because I couldn’t exactly explain the truth.
That work had become the only thing keeping my thoughts under control lately.
Every schedule.
Every meeting.
Every report.
If I stayed busy enough, maybe Dominic wouldn’t stay inside my head so much.
Except somehow the opposite kept happening.
The more I tried ignoring him, the more present he became.
Inside meetings.
Inside plans.
Inside upcoming flights to Seoul.
The front door opene
