Chapter SEVENTY-EIGHT
Party People
Alexey's POV
The meeting with the board flew by without so much as a cough from me, I didn't contribute in any way.
How could I?
I mean sure my body was there but my mind was somewhere else. I kept thinking back to the last time I spoke with Irena.
Everything seemed to be going so well and suddenly it all went down the drain.
The things she said.
How could she say those things?
"Of course, I care about you," I murmured under my breath.
"What was that Alexey?" Mr. Shevchenko asked, confused.
"Oh nothing, please carry on." I urged wearing an obviously fake smile on my face.
Wow, did I say that out loud?
What's happening to me?
Why is she so influential?
Why can't I seem to ignore these feelings?
The rest of the day was largely uneventful, I barely spoke to anyone or did anything, and I definitely didn't get any work done.
All of this moping is not good for my health.