Chapter 54 Working Late
Eden's POV:
This is tedious. I'm running through the file that Noah received earlier, combing it for inaccurate figures. I frequently have to remind myself that I'm doing this for my grandma. Everyone else went home hours ago. It's now close to ten o'clock at night and Noah and I are still hard at work.
I'm flagging but I don't want to give up. Not yet. Not when the task is still incomplete.
Noah's friend in IT is looking into who sent him the email but he's refused to make any promises. I have no idea how he will do it. He kept using technical jargon that quite frankly I just didn't understand. Like seriously, what actually is an IP address and why does everything seem to think I should know what it is?
No matter how I look at it, I can't work out who would send it to him. And why him of all people?
Is it because James and his nephew Lewis have been gunning for Noah and design team one? Is it some sort of silent solidarity or something? Or perhaps they believe that Noah has the gumption to act on the information? That he won't just sit on it like others might? But what if they've not got Noah's best interests at heart? What if they're setting him up for a fall?
I've clearly watched one too many midsummer murders with my grandma. I'm becoming a little bit too cynical, imagining secret foes around every corner.
I run through all the possible candidates in my head but I'm not sure who it is. The only thing I'm pretty sure of is that it must be someone who works at the company... Someone with access to the company's finances.
I have no idea. Mostly because unlike Noah I've not worked here for years already. Sure, I've settled in well but I still don't really know anyone outside of the department. I wonder if that's something I should try and fix, although I'm not sure Noah would like it. He'd definitely have something to say about it if I started mingling outside of the safety of Design Team One.
One thing I've come to realise about Noah Grisham is that he's even less trusting than I am. And that's saying something.
I highlight another line of the printed account log. There's pages upon pages of the stuff. And although this had seemed like an adventure mere hours ago, now it just feels like a hell of a lot of administrative tasks. Since that's what my day is usually made up of, I'm struggling to maintain my excitement.
Noah, on the other hand, is so focused. He's not looked my way once in well over an hour and it leaves me feeling a little disgruntled. I like being the focus of his attention but it's also fascinating, being able to watch him without him noticing. He's sitting forward, hunched over his desk in a way that really can't be good for his back as he works his way through his own pile of papers.
He looks up, perhaps feeling my eyes on him, and I immediately look down, trying to avoid his gaze.
I really don't want him to know I've spent the best part of the last ten minutes staring at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I look back at him. He's still watching me and my heart begins to pound against my rib cage. I try not to pay him any attention, keeping my gaze fixed on the sheet of paper I'm supposed to be highlighting.
But I feel his gaze all the same. It makes my skin tingle and my entire body warm up.
When I allow myself a cheeky glance his way once more, I'm surprised to find he's not behind his desk anymore.
"Looking for me?"
He makes me jump, kneeing the underside of my desk.
"Sh*t!" I exclaim, rubbing my knee.
"Are you alright?" he asks but his concern is muted. Or at least it's not what I hear in his tone. No, I hear enjoyment. I know without looking that he is definitely smirking. He's loving every moment of this.
"Fine. Thanks," I grumble.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his face full of mirth.
"Screw you!"
"Oh... Someone's feeling feisty," he chuckles. "Are you getting tired? Ready to call it a night?"
I don't want to leave. No. That's not strictly true. It's not that I want to stay and work. I've definitely done enough of this rubbish today but I don't want to leave Noah. If I say that I'm tired, if I tell him I want to call it a night, we'll have to part ways, and I'm not ready for that.
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