^Charlotte^
It opened into a reception area so lavish it made my jaw drop. Plush leather chairs, gleaming tables, even a muted flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. A side table held a fresh pot of coffee, fine china cups, and an assortment of pastries that looked far too delicious for an office.
It was, without a doubt, the fanciest reception area I’d ever seen. Also, the biggest. Long hallways stretched on both sides, and at the back, a vast space hinted at conference rooms.
Before I could decide which hallway led to my fate, Lyta came out from the right. “Morning, Charlotte! Glad you’re here. You look especially cute today.” He gestured to the space buns on my head with an appreciative grin.
“Morning, Lyta. Thanks,” I said, my hand instinctively flying up to fiddle with one of the b
