Chapter Thirty-Two

Nathan

Lucy stood, hand on hips, dressed in dark red and with murder in her eyes.

“There you are,” she scolded. “Where have you been?”

Nathan frowned, not understanding. There was no meetings until later in the day. He’d double checked.

“What do you mean?” he asked her.

“I messaged you. We need to talk,” she said. “Didn’t you get my text?”

Nathan fumbled for his phone and found two missed messages from Lucy. He had been so caught up in designing the laptop in his head, he’d neglected his phone entirely.

“Wow. She’s even more in your head than I thought,” Lucy said, crossing her arms. He knew she was referencing Holly. The way she said it twisted Nathan the wrong way. No one should talk about Holly like that.

“What do you want, Lucy?” Nathan asked her. He could feel his time in the R&D department slipping away from him.

“We need to talk. In private.” She turned on her heel and began walking. “Follow me.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Gregory.

Gregory grunted.

Nathan had to ag