The shrill, persistent sound of my phone ringing yanked me out of sleep. Groaning, I reached over to grab it from the nightstand, my eyes still heavy and unfocused. Without even checking the screen, I pressed it to my ear. “Hello?” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
“Vivian,” my boss’s voice cut through, sharp and annoyed. “We need to talk about yesterday.”
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Dominic stirred beside me, his presence grounding, but I could tell from the tone in my boss’s voice that this was about to get ugly. “What about yesterday?” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral, but irritation already bubbling up.
“Agent Thorne,” he snapped, sounding exasperated. “HR’s involved now, and it’s turned into a ‘he said, she said’ situation. They can’t do anything without hard evidence,
