Harper just smiled softly. “Yes, sir. I– I will see you at lunch time,” she said and moved over the the desk to pick up her purse. Oliver’s icy blue eyes followed her movement as she retrieved her purse from the desk that was no longer hers, the casual way she called him ‘sir,’– it all felt like a deliberate provocation. “Do not be late,” he called after her, his voice carrying just enough authority to sound like an order rather than a request. His gaze lingered on the doorway long after she had disappeared down the hallways toward the elevators. The familiar scent of her perfume seemed to linger in the air. “Sir? Should I forward these emails to your personal account?” Stella asked hesitantly, holding up her tablet. Oliver forced his attention back to business though his mind kept replayi
