Julia
Half an hour later...
"I’ve heard great things about your presentation in this morning’s meeting," Bia comments as she enters the building’s cafeteria.
"It was nothing special," I reply, placing a cup of strong, hot coffee on a small tray.
"Nothing special? The newcomers were amazed by your innovative ideas." I grab a croissant and hold the tray to go to a table.
"Well, it’s Mr. Bennett and Mr. Abravanel who should give the approval. We’re all newcomers, Bia. What experience do we have with all of this?" I grumble.
"I’m just saying." She raises her hands in surrender.
However, I place my tray on the table but don’t touch the food, as I’m anxious to grab the phone and check if he’s doing well. I then call Melissa, and when she answers, I ask permission from my colleagues and step away for a moment.
"How is he?" I ask as soon as I have the opportunity.
"He’s recovering very well." I smile, relieved. "He even asked about you." My heart warms.
"So, he’s already awake?"
"And the doct
