No no...
Why was he here?
What business does the CEO have in a group chat like this?
I panicked; my gaze fixed on Mr. Crawford's message.
[Welcome to the group chat, Mr. Davenport]
Shit!
My fingers trembled as I struggled to delete the message.
Just then...
Three dots popped up at the corner of the text.
The hamster user was typing a message.
It was too late.
He'd seen it.
Footsteps hurried toward my office, the doors flying open after a single aggressive knock.
Dominic stood by the door, head tilted to the side as he shot glances that could send me to an early grave.
No words said.
No words needed.
Our phones buzzed.
Dane: [Thank you, Crawford. Moving on, for adequate transparency between both companies, no sent messages must be deleted.]
My lips tightened in embarrassme
