Ronald never showed. He missed the meeting, and I couldn’t tell if I was more disappointed or concerned.
The day blurred by in a haze of back-to-back work. I barely noticed the sun dipping low until Shelly knocked on my office door.
“I brought donuts,” she announced, holding up the bag like a trophy.
My stomach growled like it had been personally offended. “What would I do without you?” I asked, breathing in the sugary goodness.
“That smells amazing,” I added as she sat down and opened the bag.
We dug in. Halfway through her second bite, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, and her cheeks flushed instantly.
“I, uh… I’ve gotta head home,” she said, standing abruptly. “Don’t stay too late, okay?”
I raised a brow. “This have anything to do with Mr. Gazillionaire?”
“Yeah,” she
