It was a beautiful sunny Monday morning, and it felt even brighter knowing she didn’t have to go to the office. Zac had called earlier, saying he’d be tied up with a meeting and she could work from home. She’d planned a quiet day, until his text came through.
“I need your help—meet me at The Royale Golf Course.”
The address led her to a golf course. It was huge, with wide, green fields that seemed to go on forever. Players were scattered across the course, swinging clubs and chatting.
She spotted Zac near the entrance, leaning against a golf cart. He was dressed in tailored khakis and a navy polo shirt, exuding his usual polished charm. When their eyes met, he motioned for her to approach with a small wave.
“Good morning, sir,” she said, walking up to him.
“Morning,” he replied with a
