Ava’s pov

“It’s past six. We’re never going to finish if we keep stopping every ten minutes to argue about the phrasing in the discussion section.”

He glanced at the clock on the wall then back at me and pulled his phone from his pocket. “I’m ordering food. You’re not walking out of this office and neither am I until the report is done. Tell me what you want.”

“Whatever is fastest. I don’t care as long as we stay here.”

He called in two orders of Thai without asking another question.

The silence that settled after he hung up felt heavier than the earlier ones.

The office had grown...