~Aaron~
The next few days at work were hectic. I’d been out of New York for two weeks, and while my manager had done a decent job keeping the company running, there were still matters that demanded my attention. Stacks of paperwork, endless calls, and back-to-back meetings left me with no room to breathe.
That was one of the reasons I hadn’t reached out to Joan—no texts, no calls, nothing since that night. Not after she’d turned me into a wreck. I’d only just realized the kind of power she had over me, and knowing Joan, she probably didn’t even realize it herself.
The intercom buzzed, dragging me out of my thoughts. I glanced up from the file in front of me, already irritated by the interruption.
“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” Brooklyn, the intern, said through the speaker. “But there’s
