Good. Keep ignoring me.I’m mad that he propositioned me in the first place. I ought to tattle on him to HR for the way he’s been treating me, but I always decide against it.
It’s better for both of us if he stays away.
Although a tiny, traitorous part of me is disappointed.
By the timewe get back from the site visit, my hair is a mess under the hard hat, my boots feel about ten pounds heavier than when I first laced them up, and my cheeks ache from grinning so much. It was everything I hoped it would be, and I can’t wait to do it again.
When we step into the office, I spot broad shoulders, a navy suit, and easy laughter carrying across the room. The man is standing with a group of staff, fully engaged in conversation.
That must be Henson.
As we approach, he turns, eyes warm, and extends a hand before I even have a chance to introduce myself.
“You must be our new junior designer. Mya, right?”
I blink, momentarily thrown off. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Thought so.” His handshake is firm, his smile friendly.
I feel a little flustered. I’ve never spoken to Henson before today, yet somehow he knows my name and my position. The contrast between him and his brother is immediate and impossible to ignore.
Where Worth is gruff and curt, Henson is warm and approachable. He’s the kind of person who makes everyone in the room feel comfortable.
I still somehow find myself favoring Worth, despite all his rough edges and impossible moods. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t make things easy. Maybe it’s because every time he looks at me, it’s like standing too close to a fire.
But I can't let those thoughts consume me.
Henson asks about my first projects and if I’ve settled in with the team. He listens, nodding thoughtfully, as though he genuinely cares about my answers.
It’s clear why everyone seems to like him. He’s the type of leader who knows how to put people at ease.
Henson slips his hands into his pockets. “By the way, I had a look at the preliminary drawings you worked on for the Singapore project.”
My heart skips.He’s seen them?
“They were solid, Mya. You’ve got an eye for blending design and function.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “Thank you. I really enjoyed working on them.”
“How would you feel about seeing the project?”
It takes me a second to process the question. “In person?”
“Yes, in Singapore,” he clarifies with a chuckle. “We’re sending a small team down to check on progress, meet with Lau Construction, and make sure everything is running smoothly. I want you to be part of that team.”
For a moment, I just stare at him, blinking like an idiot. My chest tightens with a mix of excitement and disbelief.
“Wow. Yes. Absolutely. I’d love that,” I blurt, probably too eagerly, but I don’t care.
Henson smiles. “Good. I’ll speak with Dre to finalize the details. Consider this your official welcome to the big leagues.”
He gives my shoulder a friendly pat before excusing himself to talk to someone else, leaving me standing there with my heart racing, mind already spinning with what this trip could mean for my career.
And yet, despite the exhilaration flooding through me, a single thought needles its way in.
If I’m going to Singapore that means I’ll be traveling with Worth.
And I have no idea if that thrills me or terrifies me—or both.