Gerald's POV
"That depends on what you need," he replied, settling back in his chair. "If it's urgent, I can work on your system right now. Otherwise, I'm fine waiting until I get back to my place."
The words came out easy enough, but I caught the spark in his eyes. Owen was ready to dive deep if I gave him the green light. I checked my watch, those golden hands moving steadily toward a deadline I was actively choosing to ignore. The stack of shareholder reports on my desk demanded my signature before close of business. Every minute I stalled meant another ping from my assistant, another voicemail asking about those overdue files.
But none of that seemed to matter right now.
There was this persistent itch in the back of my mind, that instinct that had served me well over the years, telling me to set everything else aside. To prioritize this investigation instead.
