"You're late for work," Elias said the second I stepped over the threshold into his office.
His former secretary was standing in front of his massive mahogany desk, mid-sentence as she read through his daily schedule, but she cut herself off instantly as both of their eyes landed on me.
I didn't have the energy or the desire to offer him a snappy excuse. I just stood there, clutching the thick stack of documents I had spent all of yesterday frantically scouting, holding them tightly against my chest so they wouldn't spill everywhere.
"Did you forget your job?" he asked coolly. He gave a subtle flick of his fingers toward his secretary. She bowed slightly, turned, and marched past me, the sharp click of her heels echoing as her short hair bounced and she adjusted the rim of her glasses,
