Harper’s POV
I lose track of time out in the field chasing down clients and wind up skipping lunch, so I make a quick stop for a peach smoothie on my way back into the office. The heat is unbearable today and the stress from trying to close deal after deal is finally starting to get to me. As I step off the elevator and onto my office floor, the receptionist, Briana, gasps and instantly locks eyes with me.
“What are you doing out here?” she says sharply.
“I...I’m going back to my desk, Briana. Is there something wrong?” I respond quizzically.
She rushes around her desk and snatches my smoothie and bag from my shoulder. “I thought you were already inside. You’re super late, Harper!”
I stand there stunned at her urgency for a moment before I can respond. “Late for what, exactly?”
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