Chapter 9

Claire's POV I went home to pack up my things and prepared to live at the company for the next six days.This project would require my complete focus if I wanted any chance of finishing before the deadline. Two days later, at noon, I suddenly received a call from Hank. "Hank, I'm very busy right now. I don't have time to chat with you."I was a little agitated. Calculations work was far more complicated than I had imagined. "I know you're busy, so I don't dare to disturb you, but you have to eat. I've prepared your favorite seafood fried rice for you. Come down and take it," Hank said, his voice warm through the phone. During our dinner last time, we'd exchanged social accounts and discovered we had a surprising amount in common.We'd been messaging back and forth since then, though nothing romantic. When I heard that he wanted to bring me seafood fried rice, I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me.These past days,I'd been surviving on whatever fast food my colleagues brought back. I was