"Bring me a coffee," he said. His voice was low and flat. "My office."
Then he walked the rest of the way to his door and went inside.
The door clicked shut behind him.
I stood in the hallway for a moment.
Bringing coffee wasn't in my job description. I'd read through the assistant responsibilities twice last night. It wasn't on the list.
But he'd said it, so I was going to do it.
I headed for the break room.
The coffee machine in the executive break room was newer than anything I'd used before. I spent a minute figuring out the settings, then started a cup.
My phone buzzed on the counter.
Sarah.
She'd sent a link with a short message: *Look at this.*
I clicked the link.
It was a local entertainment news article. The headline read: *Silvercrest Pack socialite caught in late-nig
