Consequences. I tap a pencil against my teeth. What does Bear mean? I have to admit I’m curious.
I never expected a game like this.
“Special delivery, Evie.” Ben marches into my cubicle. I whirl and give him a “your book is overdue” glare and he halts in the entrance.
“Thank you, Benjamin,” I murmur and spin back to my computer. “You may leave it on the counter.”
He obeys and lingers, probably hoping I’ll open it in front of him. Fat chance.
“Did you finish the report summary Mr. Lui’s wanted?” I toss Ben a curveball. See how he likes it.
“Uh—”
“Be a dear and forward it to me by three? Thank you so much.”
He retreats and I smile at my gift. Evie 1, Ben 0.
I make myself wait a full ten minutes before swiveling to study the lovely gift-wrapping. There’s a note on top: “Open in priva
