MYKEL

“Mr. Creed?”

I repeatedly blinked when my name was called.

“Is there something you’d like to ask?” Reed asked.

“That’s all. Let’s wrap it up. See you all again in three months for the quarterly report.” I stood from my chair. From the corner of my eye, Elise was eyeing me with knitted brows.

I ignored her even though I could see a thousand questions written all over her face.

She followed me into the office. “You okay? You’ve been distracted.”

“I am if you stop asking questions.”

“It’s not my business, but something is bothering you—”

I went to my chair. “You what? Ask me to see a...