Kelly's POV
Monday morning, I settled back into the office like I always did, checking emails before I’d finished my first sip of coffee, calendars filling themselves faster than I could blink, and the hum of printers and low conversations threading through the floor.
The investor mixer felt like it had happened weeks ago instead of a few nights back. Everyone had already moved on to the next agenda, or pretended to.
I was finalizing a contract for an apartment complex which Derek from the sales department asked for, when Claire pinged me, asking if I could step into Michael’s office.
That alone was not unusual and what made my stomach tighten was the timing. It was barely ten in the morning. Michael usually barricaded himself until noon unless something was on fire.
I smoothed my
