I stare at my screen, unable to focus. This rarely happens to me. No matter whatâs going on in my life, Iâm always able to lose myself in my work. But not today. Today all I can think about is Gray.
âSo, has he figured it out yet?â
I freeze, my head turning toward Elliot, who is leaning against my desk. I was so deeply lost in thought, I didnât even notice him walking over.
âWhat?â I ask, a hint of fear making my voice high.
Elliot grins. âRiley. Has he figured out who you are?â
I breathe a sigh of relief and shake my head, my eyes roaming around the room to ensure that this conversation is private.
âNo, and he wonât.â
He chuckles and shakes his head. âYou do realize heâs spending a few hours a day trying to trace you, donât you?â
I frown. âWhat? Why?â
Elliot laughs and glances at Riley, drawing his attention. âHeâs obsessed with you. Both sides of you.â My eyes widen, and he smiles at me. âYou donât see it, do you?â
âSee what?â
Elliot shakes his head. âNever mind. Youâll find out.â
He leans in, reaching for my keyboard. âFound some security threats in last weekâs work,â he tells me, running me through them.
I bite down on my lip, frustrated. I canât believe I missed that. Iâve been so distracted this past week, and itâs unacceptable. My thoughts have been on last weekend and on Gray, when I shouldâve been focusing on work. This project is too important. I canât let my team down like this.
âHey,â Elliot says. âThis is literally my job. Iâd hate it if I didnât find anything. Itâs okay.â
I nod and grab my tablet to take notes while Elliot talks me through his concerns and potential fixes. Itâs going to take me a few hours to resolve this, and it shouldnât have happened in the first place. If Iâd just been more focused, I wouldnât have so much work to do now, causing delays.
Elliot looks up at me, a kind smile on his face. âWeâve been moving so much faster since you joined the team, Aria. Youâre doing really well. Weâre back on track to hit our deadline now, and when you joined, we were three months behind. Keep doing what you do. Weâre lucky to have you.â
His words startle me in the best way. I canât believe Elliot Evans just said that to me. Iâve been admiring his work for years now, and here we are, finally working together in real life.
âI know youâve been busy, but did you see the new case that popped up on your platform?â
I frown and shake my head. I havenât even opened the app in two days now. Every time I want to, Iâm reminded of Ash. Lately Gray and I have been getting closer, and itâs making me feel guilty. Even though I know Iâll never be with Gray, Iâve found myself pulling away from Ash out of guilt.
âCheck it out. Itâs right up your alley. I signed up to join the case, and I reckon youâll want to be involved too.â
He winks at me and walks away, and I grab my phone. I check the case logs and indeed, thereâs a cold rape case. My heart breaks as I read through the files. This woman has been let down by the system repeatedly, and all her hope is officially lost.
Iâm not at all surprised when I see Ash has already signed up to work this case, but Iâm hit with renewed admiration for him. The number of cases heâs contributed to rivals mine. I click on my notifications hesitantly, pulling up my chat with him.
I canât help but glance at Grayâs office. His door is open, and I can see him sitting at his desk, his face hidden behind his screen.
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My phone buzzes, but before I can check my messages, Riley walks up to me.
âWas Elliot just talking trash about me?â he asks, his eyes narrowed, and I frown. I guess curiosity won. I knew he wouldnât let it rest after he saw Elliot laughing and looking at him.
âThe world doesnât revolve around you, Riley.â
He crosses his arms and grins at me. âDo you want to bet I can rock your world, though?â
I mirror his posture and stare him down. âDo you want to bet Iâll report you to HR if you so much as try?â
His smile drops, a hint of frustration in his eyes. âAre you still mad about the way I treated you on your first day here?â
I stare at him, annoyed. I donât get what his deal is. âNo, Iâm not,â I tell him honestly. âIâm just busy. Weâre on a deadline, Riley.â
He looks away, and all of a sudden Iâm worried that I was too harsh. Iâve become quite friendly with both Laura and Elliot, and Iâll often have lunch or coffee with them, but I guess I mustâve been harboring at least a bit of a grudge because I rarely hang out with Riley.
âIâm sorry,â I say, feeling worse by the second. âI was just about to go grab a coffee down the street, actually. Elliot and I took some notes that I need to think through. Would you like to come with me?â
He looks at me in disbelief, and then he smiles. âHuh, so you donât hate me. I have some work to do, so how about we grab lunch together soon? There were some front-end issues I wanted to discuss with you anyway,â he says.
I nod. I feel like Iâm losing control of everything, like Iâm falling behind, like Iâm not on top of things as much as I should be. I need to work harder.
I might not be able to control the feelings Iâm developing for Gray, but this I can control.