The muggy morning air disappeared behind the glass door as it closed behind Cassie. Her heels clicked against the floor, each swift step bringing her closer to the receptionist’s desk. The large, oval clock above forced her to accept the facts. She was late. Twenty minutes late. She’d spend the rest of the day playing catch-up.
“You’re late.”
Cassie peered at Nora, who leaned her elbow against the desk and rested her chin in her hand. Her brows rose higher, then she winked.
“God, I know I am. This is not the best way to start off the week.”
Nora nodded. “Bet you haven’t had coffee yet either.” When Cassie shook her head, Nora clenched her teeth and sucked in a breath. “Well, we can’t have your day go straight to hell. Guess it’s a good thing Monroe’s knows our orders well.
A smile gre
