I arch my back in my chair; I’ve been hunched over for two hours trying to get the bonuses sorted out for the team so that Harrison can sign them off. I don’t know why I’ve been handed it, hello! I’m a receptionist not a damn secretary! Not that Mr Grumpy Pants seems to understand that. As though summoned by the power of thought, my phone rings, the light for Harrison’s office phone flashing, making me roll my eyes as I pick it up. ‘Yes my liege, what can I, your most humble, yet gratuitously eager underling do for you now?’ I snark as I press the phone to my ear, yes, I’m still salty about the bonuses, this is Callan’s department not mine. ‘f***k sake’ I hear my boss mutter, but he doesn’t call me on my sass, ‘Elijah, please can you ring Eralia and order some cakes from the bakery for

