I startle. “Thomas,” I call, trying to sound less frightened than I feel. “It’s been a while… how… how do you do?”I smile at him, reminding myself that I don’t have to act pissed. Not when the man has the power to reject Smith and Agary as the sole executors of the Tower construction project.“Nessy,” he calls, sounding like a five-year-old who just found his favorite candy.He’s the first and only person who ever calls me that. It used to annoy me. Now… strangely, it doesn’t.“Yes,” I reply, swallowing hard.“God, you look so exhausted. Are you okay?” He stands immediately.I rub my temples, silently praying the headache goes away.“Are you okay?” he asks again, moving to my side.I shake my head. I can’t even lie right now. My temples throb painfully, my vision dimming at the edges. “I think I need water,” I whisper.“Relax your back,” I order, gently.Carefully, he helps me lean into the chair before rushing off to get me some water.Barely a minute later, he’s back and helps me t
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