Zephyra's POV

The next morning, I was putting the finishing touches on a revised exterior 3D visual when Jovan sauntered up. He placed one hand on my desk and leaned over me. “We need to talk.”

I looked up at the face that I used to find handsome. “Is this about work?”

“Of course. Those were your instructions, weren’t they?”

I didn’t like the snide tone of his voice, but he was still my project manager, and I needed to be mature about this. “Okay,” I said, standing and ...