RENEE
Malcolm is to arrive early the next morning, and my nerves were already on edge. It had been ages since I'd last seen him or had any meaningful conversation with him. Ever since I moved to New York, our communication had been sporadic at best. When I learned he was coming, an uneasy tension settled over me.
What if he's unhappy with the way I've been managing his business? What if he decides to abandon the entire plan? Worse, what if he finds some flaw in me—something he disapproves of—and insists that Miles pulls the plug on everything? Or maybe, I'm just letting my anxiety get the better of me.
"Are you okay?"
The unexpected voice startled me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I spun around to find Miles leaning against the doorway.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked clearing my throat.
"Long enough to watch you glare at that perfume bottle like it owes you money," he said, stepping further into the room.