Ethan’s POV
GlowMira’s hallways had always been quiet in the early morning—sterile, professional, efficient. Just the way I liked it.
Until recently.
I hadn’t seen her in two days—Jessica, as she introduced herself. But her image lingered. The dramatic entrance. The exaggerated voice. That absurd wig. And still, something about her was... distracting.
I told her I knew the truth. That her performance was see-through from the start. The way her expression collapsed was etched into memory. Amusing, in a way.
"David."
David looked up from his tablet. "Yes, sir?"
"Find me a list of trending date spots."
He paused. "For… you, sir?"
I didn’t look at him. "Just do it."
I walked on without waiting for the reply. Behind me, I heard greetings.
“Good morning, Mr. Reynolds!”
I gave a nod.
