"Wait," James Artie cuts into my pitch.He doesn't need to utter another word for me to know that it isn't going to be in support of my team's work. He's going to do everything he can to pull our products apart. It's what he does."We haven't got the factory capacity for either of these," he says.I don't know how he'd know that. He's the head of finance and has very little involvement in the production side of things."Actually we do," I tell him, handing Mrs Clancy the documents that Eden has been working on, including a run down of the time and man power each factory is able to give."Not if we want to create a new range around the rocking bed design."I pause. He's right. Without knowing Mrs Clancy wanted to make a new line, I hadn't anticipated the need to include it in the projections."Well, it says here," Mrs Clancy responds, "that these numbers make an allowance for a twenty percent increase in demand for other products."I glance at what she's looking at. There on one sheet o

When I arrive at work, I'm surprised to find that Noah still hasn't arrived. I never beat him here. Then again, he'd made a point of telling me to come in later than normal. However, this is later. It's almost nine and this might be the first time I've ever come in after seven thirty in the morning.Some of the team have already arrived, none of them looking particularly great as they hide away in the cubicles, working as quietly as possible. Even if their heads are killing them, I still think they got off lightly though. None of them spent several hours in the emergency room. Making my way into the kitchen, I make myself and Noah a coffee. We're going to need a hell of a lot of caffeine to get us through today.Noah wanders in while I'm waiting for the kettle to boil."I thought you might be in here," he says, offering me a coffee from the coffee shop across the street."Oh my gosh! You're a lifesaver!" I gush, accepting the coffee eagerly. "I was just going to make coffee.""I think

I knock on my grandma's office door. Noah has sent me to get her signature on a couple of documents. I feel weirdly apprehensive. It will be the first time we've actually spoken since I came to work here. For the most part, I've been working hard to avoid her. I'm not sure either of us will be able to act like strangers.What if someone other than Martin is in her office?I've never been a very good actor. At least, I was never picked for my high school plays. And for good reason.When I hear her call out for me to enter, I hesitate for a fraction longer before opening the door. I do my best to paste a smile on my face. As I feared, the room is full of people, mostly people I don't recognise but that doesn't mean they don't know who I am."Eden," she says far warmer than she should and I grimace."Hello Mrs Clancy," I say with what I hope sounds like polite nervousness. "Mr Grisham asked me to get your approval on these.""Of course," she replies, holding out her hand for the documents

"I wanted to talk to you about something, grandma," I say as I follow her through to the living room."Oh. Something important?""Sort of. I'm not sure."I sit down on the opposite sofa to her, trying to gage her mood. She doesn't look like she's been overly stressed or worried about anything recently."Is everything okay at work, dear?""Yeah. Everything is great.""Noah is treating you well?" Her tone is so suggestive. She's definitely hoping something will happen between her. I should burst her bubble before her thoughts get out of hand. I can easily imagine grandma trying to play matchmaker. In fact, I wouldn't put it past her that that was exactly her intention when she put me to work as Noah's assistant."He's a great BOSS," I reply, emphasising the fact that he's my boss as best I can."Of course, he is," she says confidently. "And to think you didn't like him when you started.""That was for good reason," I mutter."If you say so, dear. What did you want to speak to me about?"

Coming into work the next morning, I've barely slept. I'm yawning as I wait for the lift. I spent the whole night tossing and turning as I worried about my grandma. It's probably unnecessary. She doesn't exactly need my concern. She's not your typical granny. It's a fact I know well, but it doesn't stop me worrying about her. She's still my grandma after all."Morning," Noah says cheerfully as he comes up beside me.He hands me a coffee and I grumble out a quick thank you. It's weird how this is becoming something of a routine. Not so much waiting for the lift with Noah but having him fetch my coffee. I'm pretty sure it's me that should be getting him a coffee but I don't bother telling him that. It's not like it would discourage him from doing it again. And I'm not sure I want him to stop."Sleep well?" he asks."Not really," I tell him honestly as I yawn again."Are you sure you're not sick?""Do I look sick?""Well, you don't exactly look great."I don't know if I should chide him o