Chapter 32

“Mr. Kincaid?” Debra’s voice came, shaking SJ out from his deep thoughts. He looked up and raised his eyebrows, letting her know to continue. “Mr. Grande is on his way up here. He wants to see the progress of the drawings. I already called Ms. Florence and she’s on her way up as well.”

SJ nodded as he stood up, straightening his tie and buttoned his coat

He didn’t get a good sleep. Elli’s face haunted him in his dreams. He could not forget the anguish that crossed her face when he smashed her phone out of his anger and jealousy. Now that he had looked back at it, he vehemently cursed himself for his immature action. Then, additional guilt was given when Florence berated at him angrily and telling him that the phone was her father’s last gift for her and the way she burst into tears in her private office.

“But you wouldn’t care anyway, right?” Florence accused. “If you have your way or