“He said he wanted to discuss the production timeline with you really quickly,” Harper said in a more professional tone. Oliver pushed off her desk and straightened his tone automatically. “Well, I suppose I should hear him out before he decides to incorporate tartans into our fall collection.” But as he started walking toward his office, where Mr. Knox was undoubtably waiting impatiently, Oliver paused mid-stride. Turning back to face Harper, he lowered his voice conspiratorially. “If this meeting runs long, don’t wait for me for lunch,” he instructed softly. “Order whatever you want from the sandwich place downtown and charge it to my expense account.”
“If it comes to that, I will get us both a sandwich. I will just have to guess what you like…” Harper said playfully with a genuine smi
