I ate lunch at my desk like I often did. I was just finishing up my sandwich when he walked past, briefcase in hand.
"See you tomorrow, Cleo. Don't work too late. Even you need a break sometimes."
"Got any plans this afternoon?" I asked innocently.
"You know I do."
I watched him step into the elevator and the doors slid closed. As soon as they were firmly shut, I leapt up and grabbed my bag. I ran after him and punched the button until the second elevator arrived. I tapped my foot on the floor and got strange looks from everyone as I rode it down to street level. Luckily a cab had just pulled up to let someone out. I climbed in, my bag on my lap and peered through the windscreen.
"Wait," I told the driver. The door to the underground parking lot slid up and Reece's sleek black Jaguar
