Nicholas was sitting at the long table, his eyes stuck on the papers being handed around, but he wasn't paying attention. His pen moved when needed, his head tipped like he was agreeing, and his lips were pressed together tightly.
To others, he seemed like the sharp, calculating Nicholas Grey who controlled every meeting he entered.
But really, he wasn't focused on what was happening in the room.
Every head nod and every mumbled "approved" was done without thinking, he was like a robot. His mind was nowhere near company plans or yearly budgets.
He kept thinking about Rachel's cold, harsh voice telling him she felt sorry for him. That she had a boyfriend she wanted to marry. That he needed to forget whatever dreams he had made up.
Her words hurt him like shards of glass, even though he knew most of it wasn't true.
Because he knew something Rachel didn't. Something he had never told her before.
