Lena sat in her chair, her fingers tapping the desk in no particular rhythm. Her mind couldn’t settle since what had happened in the restroom yesterday. The image of Neil’s face, that gaze full of desire mixed with arrogance, was still etched vividly in her memory.

“How could he…” Lena muttered under her breath, her eyes staring blankly at the stack of documents on her desk. “He has a fiancée as beautiful as Irene, yet he did something like that to me?”

Her hand clenched ...