Nathan’s POV

I parked my car and headed up to Tiff’s apartment. I found Dylan sitting outside Tiff’s door and chuckled to myself. At least he was dedicated to his job.

“Dr. Michaels,” Dylan said, looking up from his phone. He stood up as a sign of respect.

“Thank you for today, Dylan,” I advised. “You’re free to go.”

“It’s no problem, Dr. Michaels,” he advised and walked towards the elevators.

I always liked Dylan; he had worked his way up from the mail department to a ...