“You know, if you had Rosie, things like this wouldn’t happen.”
“What did you say?” I ask my office manager, who looks up from her tablet and blinks.
“I said that if you had audio, things like this wouldn’t happen.” She shakes her head and goes back to uploading my files. “I don’t know how the owner of a billion-dollar company can use a busted tablet with no sound to run things.”
God, I’m losing my mind. Everywhere I look, something reminds me of last night and that doe-eyed girl that looked at me like I was her savior. That barely legal girl, I remind myself. What is it about her that has shaken me up on the inside and now I can’t seem to let the thought of her go?
“Maybe I don’t like change,” I grumble, turning around in my seat and staring out the window.
“Heh.” Her laugh is humorl
