Candice.
"Ms. Miller?" Knock, knock, knock — three sharp raps at the door. "Ms. Miller, breakfast is ready!"
My face was practically glued to the desk. It took real effort to lift my head. The laptop screen glared at me, frozen exactly where I left it, access logs still open. A half empty mug of cold coffee had left a sticky ring on the wood. Somewhere between five and six I guess my body just gave up and shut down, right in the middle of a sentence. Not a clue when sleep actually hit me.
"Ms. Miller?" Another knock. Less patience now, still polite.
"I'm up," I managed, voice gravelly and rough.
"Breakfast is in fifteen minutes," the maid said through the door. "The Alpha expects all senior staff present."
I straightened up, pressed both hands onto my face, tried to rub the exhaustio
