I scrolled through the technical responses I'd sent to my own email as Dr. Emma Bella, smirking at the thought of Imogen's face when she received them. She had no idea she was dealing directly with the person she was impersonating a connection to.
My phone buzzed with a text from Nathaniel: "How are you?"
Two simple words, but they carried more genuine concern than Liam had shown in four years of pursuit. I quickly typed back: "I'm fine. How's your arm?"
"Healing. Grandmother asking about you. When will you visit again?"
A warm feeling spread through my chest. I was about to reply when another text came through from Imogen: "Dr. Bella's advice worked perfectly! Father's praising Liam!"
I rolled my eyes. Of course Cameron Johnson would praise anything Liam did. I tucked my phone away and focused on the work in front of me. My team needed these reports reviewed before our meeting tomorrow.
