Harper’s POV
“Isn’t that the CEO?” Connor whispered, ducking behind his monitor like it would shield him.
Sasha froze mid-keystroke. “Oh God—why is he here?”
I shrank in my seat, hunching so low behind my desk I nearly became one with my keyboard. My sunglasses slid down my nose, but I didn’t dare adjust them.
“Did someone mess up?” Jean craned her neck toward the glass wall where Ethan Reynolds stood, a white-clad reaper of corporate dreams. “No seriously, who did it?!”
Connor leaned toward her. “Ten bucks it’s Keith. Or Sasha. She took a whole donut from the executive fridge yesterday.”
“Guys!” Marco whispered urgently, glancing over. “Relax. Maybe he’s just... inspecting the floor.”
“I’M NOT READY TO BE INSPECTED,” Sasha hissed.
Meanwhile, I was having a full-body crisis.
I did
