I should have gone home an hour ago.

The office was silent now, save for the distant hum of the AC and the soft clack of my keyboard. Everyone had left after the department meeting, but I’d stayed behind, eager to finish the pitch deck for Monday’s client presentation. It was my first solo project, and I wasn’t going to screw it up.

Especially not with Damon Wolfe watching.

I glanced up from my screen, and my breath hitched.

He was still here.

Leaning against the glass wall ...