“I DON’T want to see you.”

That was Mason’s greeting as I entered his office. No one else knew that inside his office was my own little workspace—a mini-office he’d set up just for me.

I rarely came here, so it worked fine for me.

“As if.” I rolled my eyes. “I told you, I’m your accounting consultant.”

I opened the glass door and stepped into my office. The white-and-black-themed cubicle greeted me, complete with a black PC and keyboard to stop the large desk I had ...