I stayed kneeling on the floor for another second.
Then I stood up, wiped my palms on my blazer, took a slow breath, and sat down with the files.
I was going to sort every single one of these perfectly.
I owed him that much.
I found a rhythm after a while. Check the header, sort by date, cross-reference the figures on the margin notes.
I was halfway through the third folder when I felt it.
A stare.
Not the kind you imagine. The real kind. The kind that presses against your skin.
I looked up.
Orion was watching me.
The meeting was over. The screen was dark. He was leaning back in his chair, and his eyes were on me, steady and unhurried.
My breath caught.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
I blinked. "No."
He paused.
"Then why are you staring at me?"
My face went hot instantly.
"Ho
