Of course I wouldn’t.
I made the decision to be with Cane with a clear mind. I couldn’t regret that—and I didn’t. I also couldn’t be shocked that when I had woken up, he was gone. All I could do was control how I went forward.
I sent him a return text, thanking him for the compliment, but he failed to reply. I wasn’t going to call him or text him again. I couldn’t lose my dignity. I had to be strong. Cane knew how to get ahold of me if that was what he wanted, but I wouldn’t reach out to him.
The ping of my email caught my attention, and I clicked on the envelope.
To:Jada Stanley
From: Simon Powers
Re: Solomon Place - Offer
Jada,
I have attached the details of the offer I would like to make on Solomon Place. I will be out of cell reception this afternoon. If you need anything, please leave me a message, and I’ll call you back when I get back to town. That will most likely be sometime tomorrow.
Thank you,
Simon
This day might turn around,after all.
I went into the fax room, found Simon’s paperwork on the tray, and took it back to my desk. I pulled the Solomon Place file and begancompiling all of the documents for the offer. Lo and behold, one piece of paper was missing: Cane’s signature.
Confident that the world hated me, I searched our system for the fax number for Alexander Industries. It was nowhere.
My spirits sank as I tried to find a way around talking to Cane.
Lucy!
I searched for the main office number and dialed, perking up in my seat when she answered right away.
“Hi, Lucy. It’s Jada from Stanley Real Estate. I have an offer for the Solomon Place, but I need your fax, please.”
“Hello, Jada. Just a minute, and I’ll transfer you to Mr. Alexander.”
“Oh, no,” I said hurriedly. “That isn’t necessary. I just need your fax.”
“If you call, Ms. Stanley, I’m supposed to send you back. I’m sorry,” she apologized. “Now, if you’ll hold, I will get you back there.”
“Lucy, please, can’t you just give me the number?”
“I can’t. I have to follow orders. Just a moment.”
I bowed my head, trying to brace myself for the uncertainty barreling toward me.
“I wondered how long it would take you to call me,” Cane answered, his voice calm and controlled.
I sat upright, my jawing hanging in disbelief. “You’re kidding me, right?”
Cane just laughed. “How has your week been?”
“Fantastic. I just need your fax number,” I said, cutting to the chase. If he wanted to talk about anything more than Solomon Place, he would need to be the one to bring it up.
“That’s all you called to discuss?” I could hear the laughter in his voice, and it incensed me.
“Of course, Cane. I can’t think of anything else I need to discuss with you. Words are so overrated, you know. It’s actions that really speak.”
