Kelly’s POV
Staying late had never been the plan, my initial plan was simple: finish the client presentation, go home, eat something simple, and then sleep like a normal person.
But Donovan Company had its own gravitational pull, and tonight it tugged harder than usual.
At first, I’d been moving fast, typing, organizing files, printing the draft slides, checking the client branding rules twice. Somewhere around slide thirty, the office lights dimmed into after-hours mode, slipping from bright daylight to the soft amber glow that whispered go home, but I ignored it.
I kept working until my stomach growled loud enough to echo.
I checked the time, and it was 9:17 p.m.
So much for dinner.
I stretched in my chair, rolling my neck. Everyone on the floor had gone home hours ago; even Clai
