The click of high heels echoed across the glass office floor, sharp and precise, just like everything about her.

Clara dropped a neat stack of files on the conference table and gave a smug smile. “Already finished the projections. You’re welcome.”

Across the table, Ryan leaned back in his chair, arms folded, eyes rolling toward the ceiling. “Wow, Clara, what did you do? Copy and paste last quarter’s report and change the dates? Very impressive.”

Her eyes narrowed. “At least ...