Winter pulled out her phone. The case was black, plain, no decoration. Bella did the same.
They exchanged numbers in silence. Winter typed quickly, her thumbs moving across the screen with precision. Bella watched her, trying to read her but there was nothing to read.
Winter glanced at her phone, then at Bella. "I'll send you the project overview. Read it before we meet again."
"I'll look forward to it," Bella said.
Winter nodded once. A short, sharp motion. Then she turned and walked out of the office without another word. No goodbye. No nice to meet you. Just the click of the door closing behind her.
Bella stared at the door, her phone still in her hand.
"Well," the executive said, leaning back in his chair, "she's... intense."
Bella laughed softly. "That's one word for it."
