"Sir, she's on the move."

I pull myself from the file I've been trying to get through for an hour. I kept reading the same two lines over and over, because I'm out of my mind. With those words, I'm up instantly. When I make it to the door, Katie is already standing there with my suit jacket in hand. I grab it from her and keep moving.

"No, I don't need any coffee, thanks for asking," she snickers as I walk away.

She's the only person in this office who can get away with smartass comments. ...