Riley’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror longer than I usually do. For some reason, I cared a little too much about what I looked like today. My wardrobe was full of designer clothes, that had once felt excessive, but today I searched through them with purpose. A fitted navy skirt, silk blouse tucked neatly in, hair styled just enough to look professional but not stiff.
When I finally stepped back, the reflection looking back at me felt… too intentional. A sly voice inside whispered that maybe I was dressing up for him. Michael Gray.
I shook my head quickly and pushed the ridiculous thought aside. This was work, nothing more. I picked up my bag, carefully slipping the flash drive into the inner pocket like it was something fragile. My fingers lingered on it for a second longer than ne
