She crossed her legs.
“Do you think she’ll come back?”
Aaron leaned back in his chair.
“She always does.”
Jasmine smiled.
“You sound very sure.”
“I am.”
He picked up his phone.
There were no messages from me.
No calls.
Nothing.
His smile faded slightly.
“She’ll cool down.”
Jasmine reached across the desk and touched his wrist.
“You deserve someone who understands your world.”
Aaron looked at her.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then his phone rang.
The caller ID made his expression change.
“Who is it?” Jasmine asked.
Aaron didn’t answer.
He stood.
“Excuse me.”
He walked into the adjoining conference room and closed the door.
Then he answered.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end spoke only one sentence.
Aaron’s face went pale.
“What?”
A pause.
“You’re certain?”
Another pause.
His hand tightened around the phone.
“No.”
He shook his head.
“That can’t be right.”
