Zayne’s POV
Out of all the people who could have walked through that door, she was the last one I expected to see standing in my office, clutching a cheap black file like she was holding it together by force.
She looked exactly the same and completely different at the same time. Same eyes I used to know too well. Same way she held her shoulders, tense, as if bracing for impact. But there was something new in her face, she was tired.
My chest tightened before I could stop it.
I didn’t move from where I stood, I just stared like an i***t for too long.
“You are Sky .” My voice sounded lower than I intended. “You’re here for the interview?”
She nodded quickly, eyes darting everywhere except at me. “Yes. . . Sir.”
Sir.
That hit a nerve! A nerve, and more than it should have.
She sat on
