Ten o'clock couldn't come fast enough.
Laila had barely spoken to me all morning.
Not that I minded.
Every time I caught her looking at me, I knew exactly what she was wondering.
Why had Leonard Parker greeted me by name?
I wished I knew the answer myself.
The clock finally ticked over to ten.
"I'm taking my break," I said, already reaching for my phone.
Laila gave a distracted nod without looking up from her screen.
I practically hurried to the elevators.
By the time the doors opened onto Jonathan's floor, my nerves had settled—at least a little.
"Morning, Blair!"
A chorus of cheerful voices greeted me the moment I stepped into the marketing department.
I smiled politely.
Unlike the executive floor, Jonathan's department was loud, relaxed and constantly buzzing with conversa
