He squeezed her hand gently as they walked, his earlier tension melting away not that the official hurdle was cleared. The familiar office environment felt different somehow– less like a cage and more like shared territory. “Either way,” Oliver continued, steering her around a group of junior analysts huddled by the copy machine, “Our relationship is now officially company sanctioned, which means we can’t get fired from making eyes at each other during staff meetings.” His tone held a mix of relief and playful sarcasm as they approached their respective workspaces.
“Yeah, we are officially company sanctioned. We can celebrate after work,” Harper said with a light smile. She takes his wrist gentle and lifts it upward, so she can check the time. “Fifteen minutes before you have financial r
