~Joan~

“Who?” I perked up, looking away from my computer to Brielle, who leaned by the door frame with a dreamy smile.

“A man. God, he looks so fucking good—tall, broad shoulders, expensive-looking,” she muttered, twirling a strand of her hair.

I raised a brow, confused. “And you’re saying that man is looking for me?”

She huffed, arms crossed. “Yeah. He is.”

The office was quiet now; Alessia and Garrett had already left for the day, leaving just Brielle and me.

“That’s ...