Chapter 327 Irritated

• Grace
• Exhaustion clawed at my limbs, but it was nothing compared to the way my mind ached at the thought of going back to work tomorrow. The day's events replayed in my mind. Edgar hadn't let up one bit. Every time he spoke to me, it felt like I was being punched in the gut. My decision to send Eason and Amira had haunted me from the moment they had left until the end of the day because even when Amira came back to the office later that afternoon, she'd been snowed under with everything that had built up while she'd gone.
• If I hadn't sent them both away, I wouldn't have looked like such an idiot in front of Edgar. It made me sick, the way he'd sauntered out for the day, promising to come back as early as possible the next day.