Harper's POV
“Good morning, Mr. Reynolds!” Staff chirped, bowing their heads as Ethan strode through the glass doors of GlowMira like he owned the entire city.
Which, technically, he kind of did.
I, however, was frozen on the sidewalk just outside the lobby, crouched behind a planter like a raccoon avoiding tax fraud.
Did he leave? Is the coast clear? Can I exist without accidentally locking eyes with him again?
I peeked over the ledge, and my soul nearly evaporated through my scalp.
'Nope. Not clear. Ethan Reynolds, six-foot menace, has officially entered the building and hijacked my peace of mind.'
At this rate, I was going to develop premature gray hair.
How was I supposed to work like this? Every hallway, every breakroom coffee pot, every elevator ping sent my fight-or-flight r
