Adam's POV:It was morning when I woke up on the couch, the dull light of the morning filtering through the window. My phone lay in my palm, and for a moment, I had to remember where I was. Last night had been a disaster. After sending Hannah those flowers and eagerly waiting for her response, all I received was silence. The text I'd hoped would break the ice never came, and my heart sank when I realized I had drifted off without hearing from her.Then my phone rang.“Please let it be her,” I muttered, squinting as I checked my phone, hoping for even a flicker of life that suggested she had reached out. Just my luck—my assistant's voice buzzed through the receiver instead, pulling me back to reality.“Sir, your 8am is on his way,” she informed me. I groaned, pushing my hair back, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. “I'll be there soon,” I replied, ending the call with a sigh. I tossed my phone onto the couch, frustration boiling beneath my skin. Hannah really didn't call, not
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