Riley's POV

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead like angry wasps as I stared at my computer screen. The words blurred together, and I blinked hard, trying to focus on the campaign proposal I'd been working on for the past hour.

"Are you okay over there?" Sarah called from her desk across the office.

"Fine," I lied, forcing my fingers to keep typing. "Just concentrating."

It was Friday afternoon of my first week at Riverside Marketing, and I was running on three hours of sleep and pure ...