LAUREN'S POV

“Isn’t that your boss?” Tessa said, leaning closer toward my side of the window, squinting like her eyesight needed confirmation.

I didn’t even bother answering right away. Of course, I knew it was my boss. Even from a distance, I could recognize that tall figure, the way he carried himself — too composed, too confident. There was no mistaking him. What unsettled me wasn’t who he was, but why he was standing right outside my gate, waiting like he had every right to be ...