Three Days Until Mid-Term
Timothy had built an empire on his ability to read people.
Body language. Micro-expressions. The pauses between words. The things people didn't say were often more revealing than what they did.
It was how he'd survived hostile takeovers, political maneuvering, and a family that treated business like warfare.
And right now, every instinct he'd honed over the years was telling him that something had changed.
He stood in his office, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city below, but his mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was replaying the morning's breakfast scene.
Emily and Sebastian.
The interaction had seemed normal on the surface. Pleasant, even. Sebastian offering to drive Emily to campus. Emily accepting. Casual conversation.
But Timothy hadn't gotten where he was by accepting surface appearances.
