Leila lowered the phone to the desk. Her heart sped up, and her chest clenched. She opened her mouth and closed it without a word. Mike was on his feet, as if waiting to hear her orders.
“Leila—”
“Just go,” she whispered. She was so angry she couldn’t shout. The emotion tightened around her neck, and she found it harder to speak. Mike’s brows furrowed. “With your flowers.”
“What did—”
“Don’t you get it? I’m not interested in you or lunch. Please stop it.” She nudged the bouquet toward him, not caring how close to the edge it dangled. He was quick to catch it, the frown on his face deepening. “If this happens again, I’ll report you to HR. I mean it. Have a good day.”
Lily and Susan watched their exchange in silence, their shock as palpable as Mike’s. But she didn’t care. She picked
