I had slept for exactly two hours and seventeen minutes.
Not because of stress.
Not because of work.
Not because Adrian Voss had kissed me beside a lake and permanently altered her brain chemistry.
No.
It was because i had started a movie at 11:48 p.m. like an i***t.
And then immediately watched the sequel.
Then the third movie.
Then behind-the-scenes interviews.
Then somehow ended up emotionally attached to fictional people at four in the morning.
Which was why I currently looked like a raccoon fighting for survival.
I stood inside the office elevator holding an iced coffee the size of my emotional instability while trying not to blink too slowly and pass away.
The elevator doors opened directly onto the executive floor.
Unfortunately for me, Daniel spotted me instantly.
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