Harper’s POV
I was a woman on a mission.
A mission to get the hell out of this building before Ethan Reynolds even looked in my direction.
Logically, there was zero reason for him to notice me. To him, I was just another nameless employee. A nobody. But my anxiety? Oh no, it was convinced that the second we crossed paths, he’d sniff out my deception like a bloodhound.
I checked the time. 11:45 AM.
Lunch hour. Perfect.
Plan A: Blend into the rush of employees leaving the building. Simple. Foolproof. Non-suspicious.
I slung my bag over my shoulder, put my head down, and walked with the river of humans leaving the building. My heart hammered as I bobbed and weaved through people, hyper alert to everything in motion.
Don’t look back. Don’t even glance at the lobby.
The revolving doors
