~Kate~
I’d been glued to my screen for hours, half-reading, half-existing. The numbers on the spreadsheet blurred together. Contracts, projections, brand collabs. Everything that used to matter before my life split clean down the middle.
Now? It all felt like background noise. Life was happening on mute.
It was just another quiet afternoon in Cole Harrington’s company…his golden empire of order and ambition. My sanctuary, in a strange way. A place where I was simply Kate, the woman who dressed sharp, spoke even sharper, and didn’t look over her shoulder every two minutes.
And then came a knock. Soft and hesitant.
“Come in,” I called out, still typing.
Tasha, one of the junior assistants, stepped in holding a brown package. “This just came for you, ma’am. No return address. No courie
