After returning to his office, Scott found himself so distracted that he could not focus on anything else.
The conversation he had just had with Sienna lingered in his mind, particularly the moment she had asked whether he remembered her from seven years ago.
At the time, he had brushed off the question and pretended ignorance, but now that he was alone, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Walking toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window behind his desk, Scott slipped his phone from his pocket and glanced at the dark screen.
The city lights glittered below, contrasting sharply against the darkness of the night sky.
It was already close to midnight here, but Zachary was overseas. Scott spent a moment calculating the time difference before shaking his head with amusement.
"No wonder he never answers messages," he muttered to himself. "The man lives in a different time zone every week."
