If Camille’s eyes were any sharper this morning, I would’ve asked HR to confiscate them as company weapons. She didn’t just look at me... she dissected me. From my barely-slept eyes to the microscopic remnants of Jack’s kiss still lingering on the corner of my lips. I tried to walk with my usual neutral expression, but I knew something in me had shifted. Maybe it was the silk lining of that red dress still whispering against my thigh under my coat, like a secret only I and Jack knew... maybe it was the way the necklace was still nestled beneath my blouse, burning hotter than my embarrassment... or maybe it was the swarm of side-eyes again, multiplied now like gossip had fertilized overnight and was blooming in every glass reflection of this pretentious office jungle.
I’d barely gotten to
