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“You two—!” Jane’s voice cut sharply through the office, echoing off the high ceilings and polished wood walls. Her face was flushed with anger, her eyes wide with what looked like a mix of shock and betrayal.
Jayden’s head was still lowered, his face hidden just long enough for the situation to look far worse than it was—his body bent awkwardly under the desk, his head resting against Michael’s legs as he’d tried to scramble out of sight. Before he could straighten up fully, before he could even get his hair out of his eyes—
Michael jumped in front of her, his hands raised defensively.
“It’s not what you think!” he said quickly, waving his hands in a panic as if he could physically block her understanding, could rewrite what she’d just seen. “We were just—”
Jane’s eyes narrowed int
