Who Did I Sleep With?

CHAPTER 4

“Sit.”

I hesitated, just for a second, before moving to the chair directly opposite him and sitting down.

“I need to know what’s going on with the campaign draft.” My fingers tightened slightly in my lap.

“Um… about that I submitted it to Daniel this morning,” I said carefully. “But he mentioned I missed a few things… and that it doesn’t align well with what the client asked for.”

“Is that so?” I nodded.

He leaned back slightly, his gaze steady on me.

“Have you fixed it?”

“That’s what we were discussing in the meeting room before you called me.” There was a brief pause.

“Alright,” he said simply. “Work on it.”

That was all he said. I barely had time to process it when a voice came from the other side of the glass wall.

“…I’m telling you, if you had just listened to me the first time—”

The voice came from outside. I turned slightly in my seat, my brows pulling together. And then the door swung open.

Oliver Carter walked in like he owned the place like doors were meant to open for him without permission. He shut it behind him casually, barely sparing me a glance at first.

“Reid,” he said, already moving further into the office. “We need to…”

His words cut off when he noticed me.

“Oh.” A grin spread across his face almost instantly.

“Well, this is new.” I straightened slightly, unsure what to do with his sudden attention.

Unlike Noah, Oliver was easy and open. There was a certain energy about him, confident, a little reckless, like he said whatever came to mind without filtering it.

The complete opposite of the man sitting behind the desk. I still didn’t understand how they were friends.

“You’re dismissed,” Noah said, his voice cutting cleanly through the moment. I stood immediately.

“I’ll get back to you.”

“Yes, sir.”

I turned, heading for the door, already feeling the shift in atmosphere behind me.

“Wait…”

I paused, my hand hovering over the handle as I glanced back. Oliver was looking at me now, properly this time, like he’d just decided to take interest.

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You work here, or did Reid finally start hiring distractions?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.

My lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Instead, I gave a small, polite nod more out of habit than anything and turned toward the door. I could feel their eyes on me. It made my movements feel… deliberate. I reached for the handle and stepped out, closing the door quietly behind me.

The office felt different or maybe it was just me. I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself as I walked back to my desk. The familiar sounds of typing, muted conversations, and ringing phones filled the space again, but it all felt distant like I was slightly out of sync with everything around me.

I sat down, staring blankly at my screen. For a moment, I didn’t move or think. I just sat there, I tried to focus. I opened the draft, read the same line twice, three times. Nothing was registering.

Across the office I felt a subtle awareness. Like someone was watching. I glanced up instinctively.

And for a brief moment, Daniel’s eyes met mine. He didn’t look away immediately. He just watched.

Then, just as quietly, he returned his attention to his work. Like nothing had happened. I swallowed and tried to calm myself down as I turned back to my screen. And forced myself to focus.