Danielle<
I dropped to my knees, hurriedly gathering the papers outside of the executive offices. This is no way to make a first impression, Danielle! Get it together or you won’t last the week.
The last thing I needed was for the head manager to see me like this.
A black, Italian leather shoe came down an inch from my hand. I froze, still reaching for the spreadsheet now trapped under the large foot in front of me.
It was attached to a leg clad in an impeccably cut suit, and as I ran my eyes upward, I tried not to tremble. A man with wavy dark hair and a cool brown gaze stared down at me, his cruel mouth twisted into a smirk.
“Ms. Rowe, I presume?”
I tried to push the chestnut strands of hair that had fallen over my eyes back into my bun, but it was no good. I was a hot mess,
