Ashley
The resignation letter sat in my hands, crisp and impossibly heavy. I smoothed down a non-existent wrinkle from the corner of the page, my fingers trembling slightly as they traced the professional letterhead. After months of working as Zach Collin's executive assistant, this paper represented my escape or perhaps my surrender.
I'd rehearsed this moment countless times in my bathroom mirror. The words I would say. The composure I would maintain. Yet standing outside his office door, my heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to flee before I did.
The glass walls of Zach's corner office afforded me a clear view of him bent over his desk, dark brows furrowed in concentration as he reviewed quarterly reports.
The late afternoon sun reflected his dark hair. His expressio
