Jasmine
My thumb hovered over my phone's screen, lighting it up for the third time in the last five minutes, as if the phone were not already configured to light up when a notification came in.
There was nothing. I stared at the dark glass for a second, feeling a ridiculous swell of disappointment in my chest before forcing myself to slide it face down onto my desk.
Get a grip, Jasmine, I told myself, rubbing my temples. You are not a teenager. You’re an adult and the CEO of a big corporation like Vance Global. Act like it.
But ever since that night at my house—when we sat in the quiet of my living room... okay, maybe not quite, because Laura was talking and we just chose to ignore her.
We sat there just staring at each other, lost in our own world—my phone had constantly been buzzing
