A few days had passed since the confrontation, and Veronica had, for the most part, settled back into her rhythm as Mark’s personal assistant—albeit under very different circumstances. The boundaries had been redrawn, and she was painfully aware of every line she dared not cross. The job description Mark had so curtly recited to her rang in her ears like a warning bell. And still, she stayed.
That morning, after delivering a file to Mark’s office, she had just returned to her desk and was organizing her planner when the intercom buzzed.
“Coffee,” was all he said.
It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t cold. It was just…business. Like everything between them now.
She took the coffee in moments later, carefully placing the cup on his desk. Mark was seated at his computer, brows drawn, his attention s
