I should’ve known something was wrong the moment Camille looked at me with pity instead of her usual arched-brow snark. But no. I walked straight into that glass room, my brain frayed from intern slander and Jynelle’s chaotic legal impersonation, and there he was... Ryan Glasgow, sleeves rolled up like he wasn’t the boss of my nightmares, eyes fixed on a document I’d prepped three weeks ago and barely remembered submitting.
"Good work on this," he said without looking up at first. Just... said it. Like it was normal. Like I wasn’t Scarlett Farnsworth, certified hot mess with a daily emotional breakdown slotted somewhere between breakfast and delusion.
I blinked. “Sorry, what?”
He finally looked up. No scowl. No corporate venom. Just... eyes. Tired, maybe. A little softer. Still as unrea
