Jules slammed her office door shut and made a beeline for her desk, fingers already working the first two buttons of her shirt collar.
Gasping for air, she leaned into the desk, both hands placed on it as she tried to hold herself, staring at the desk like it held the answer to why her heart was racing.
"Oh god." She whispered, taking deep breaths like she'd been holding her breath-well, she was.
'Thought it'll be that easy to get over him, didn't you?' a voice in her head mocked.
"Three years should have been enough to get over him." She muttered aloud. "I kept myself busy, didn't I? Distracted myself. So why the hell do I feel this way seeing him again?" She said to herself.
"Ma'am?"
Jules spun around, horror on her face at the fact that someone had caught her speaking to herself.
