Kelly's POV
The day started ordinary enough to lull me into thinking it will stay that way. I did my usual morning tasks of checking emails and schedules.
Claire’s heels constantly clicked past my desk with her usual clipped rhythm. Michael stayed locked in his office most of the morning, door shut, blinds half drawn.
I only saw him once when he stepped out to take a call, his voice low, controlled, his back turned to me as if even the hallway doesn’t quite deserve his attention today.
By mid-afternoon, I was deep into rearranging the office schedules for the duration of time we would be in San Francisco when Michael’s door opened.
“Kelly,” he called.
I looked up and he was standing there, jacket off, sleeves rolled to his forearms, phone in his hand. His expression was neutral, bu
