Alex’s POV
The air conditioning at Golden's Company is cranked up so high, you’d think they’re storing penguins behind the break room. Yet, here I am, still feeling like a human sponge with the back of my shirt slightly soggy. It’s not the work causing this. I can juggle a few client emails and coordinate schedules with one eye closed. The real culprit is the blinding spotlight of attention beaming at me from every corner.
First up, Jenny from the desk adjacent, chirping brighter than my morning alarm. “Alex, care for a coffee refill? I’ve got a cup of Colombia Geisha, Ms. Golden’s favorite, just waiting for you!” Her smile is so sweet it could send me into a sugar coma.
Then there’s Mike, our team's resident fixer. “Hey Alex! Noticed a little hiccup in your report, but I’ve smoothed i
