The corner office door stood half open.
Then she heard it.
And then she heard Sarah’s voice.
Sarah.
Briar frowned in confusion. Her friend and fellow assistant worked on this floor, but the voice didn’t sound like casual conversation—it was strained, breathy, almost pleading.
Briar quickened her pace and reached the corner office door. She hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer… and then her world seemed to stop.
Inside, the scene unfolded in fragments her brain struggled to process.
A heavyset man sat at the edge of the couch, his back to the door, Jack Wilkes. Briar recognized him instantly—the stern but respected head of Accounting. And kneeling across his lap, her blouse discarded and skirt bunched at her waist, was Sarah.
Her friend’s eyes were closed, lips parted,
