I smirk, feeling smug. “We’ve barely scratched the surface.” “Daniel,” “Yes, Jos?” “Shut up.” She side-eyes me, her face tinged with frustration. I bite back a laugh, lips twitching as I fight them from parting. “Okay, but I need to ask one more thing.” “What?” “Did you see my Post-it?” I knew there would be a big possibility she’d throw it away, but I wanted her to know she has someone she can talk to. She falters as she closes her laptop. “Yeah, I saw it.” “Anytime, don’t hesitate. I’m here for you.”
