It was 11:47 PM when I finally admitted to myself that I was staying late on purpose.
I could've finished the Harrison merger presentation hours ago. Could've gone home, taken a hot bath, gotten a decent night's sleep before tomorrow's board meeting. But instead, I was still in my corner office on the forty-second floor, pretending to review numbers I'd already memorized.
Because he was still here.
I'd seen him on the security monitors when I'd grabbed coffee an hour ago—the night janitor, pushing his cart down the hallway three floors below. Dark hair, broad shoulders, the kind of build that came from actual physical labor instead of a gym membership.
Marcus. His name tag said Marcus.
I'd been watching him for three months now. Every night I worked late, there he was. Cleaning the ex
