8 NOAHI’ve spent the last week working to close deals over rounds of golf, winning over new clients, and generally trying to sweet-talk my way through a variety of complex situations.
Today, though, I’m back in the office. And right now, I’m grinding my teeth at the sight of Harrison Ridgefield from the accounting department leering at Olivia’s cleavage.
“Something I can help you with there, buddy?” I snap as I step into Olivia’s office and stop right beside him.
His head jerks up and he smiles sheepishly, as if he knows he’s been caught. “Oh. Hey, Noah. Didn’t see you there,” he says, his voice unsteady.
“That’s because you were busy staring at my girlfriend’s . . . spreadsheets.”
Olivia and I haven’t announced our courtship yet, but rumor knows no bounds. The unofficial news has spr
