Eleanor’s POV.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” I repeat trying to back up.

“Eleanor stop.” Paul’s tone stills my feet.

I watch as he stoops over. He picks up my abandoned cell phone. The source of the loud bang that alerted the men in the tiny office of me being outside of the office, rests in his large hand. The object of his focus.

“I really wasn’t listening. I didn’t hear anything., I state. ...