Aurora's POV
I shot up from the sofa, scattering the cookies that had been resting on my lap across the floor. But I had no time to worry about that.
I stumbled out of the small conference room, practically colliding with Bourne, who was just coming in with a tray of refreshments.
The crash of his tray hitting the ground echoed through the hallway as treats scattered everywhere.
"Sorry," I muttered hastily, continuing my beeline for the elevator. In my panic, I nearly tripped over my own feet—the wall was the only thing that kept me from face-planting.
"Aurora, are you leaving?" Bourne called after me.
The commotion caught Brian's attention in his office.
He pushed open his door just as I caught his eye.
The stern expression on his face softened into a slight smile when he saw me.
