Draven's pov

“The mid-year budget has been drawn,” the man at the projector droned on.

I had no idea what he was saying. Numbers, graphs, charts, they all blurred together. I nodded politely, to show I was paying attention, though my mind wasn’t even there.

My fingers tapped the pen on the table, over and over. I looked at the papers, but the numbers and charts meant nothing. My mind kept going back to that day, and to her.

The way she had looked at me, the hurt in her eyes, the slap ...