Chapter 50: Noah

The late morning sun cast a brilliant light into my office through the floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting the cluttered mess that was my work desk. Every day since the debacle with the press, the tension in the air was like an annoying buzz of energy resonating throughout the entire building. 

I sat in my chair, fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. Outside my office, Hayes Winery’s entire floor was a flurry of frantic activity—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and the distant hum of the photocopier. Normally, these sounds would be cut off by my closed door, but it’d been opened so many times in the last few days that I had them simply keep it open now. 

The constant shutting of the thing was even more annoying than the hum of people working. Heck, Candice had come and gone from my office so many times she might as well have moved her desk in and stayed.