Dilan 1991 Novels & Stories

“New demands.” It was my first connection to her today. I could distract myself with everything else, but she had sent Elijah Hedley my way. I ignored the painful nerves in my stomach and opened the email on my desktop. I still wasn’t sure if I should be happy that Dalia had connected me to him. The man was brilliant, and too stubborn for his own good. “Did he agree to anything?” I asked as I scrolled through the file. Every paragraph had his comments on it, implementing new changes that had never been discussed before.