Nolan

The spreadsheets in front of me blur as my eyes grow heavy. It's nearly midnight, and I've been going over these numbers for hours. I do have an accountant and a bookkeeper, but I still have to fill in certain things that only I know. And as a businessman I know not to blindly trust.

I go back after them and make sure they haven't fucked my numbers. 

The house has felt different since I kissed Annabelle, warmer somehow, filled with a new kind of ...