The next morning, I arrived at Ever Tower the next morning determined to behave normally.
Normal meant professional. Composed. Entirely unbothered by the fact that I'd spent the night in Augustus Evans's arms.
I wore a charcoal Theory suit, arrived fifteen minutes early, and reviewed Meridian's follow-up schedule before Augustus reached his office.
Unfortunately, normal was proving difficult.
I kept remembering his sleepy smile, his expression when I'd made him try kaya toast, and the photograph he'd taken of me at Gardens by the Bay.
Juliette Harper, you have a graduate degree.
You are not spending office hours thinking about Augustus Evans in grey cotton shorts.
I returned to Commercial's preliminary notes.
The Singapore pilot still required capacity checks and budget review. I intended to be known for doing that work well, not for whose arm I had touched at an airport.
Vanessa appeared beside my desk.
"Juliette. Could we speak privately?"
