If I have to describe my current mood, it will be smug.
Not just regular smug. No. I'm talking supremely, ridiculously, award-winningly smug.
Because today, I have outdone myself.
Leaning casually against the hallway wall, I sip my much-needed—and correctly ordered—caramel macchiato, eyes locked onto the glass-walled office in front of me.
Adrian’s office.
Or, as I like to call it now, The Pink Paradise.
Inside, Adrian Blackwood stands perfectly still, like a man experiencing an out-of-body event.
His expression? Blank. Cold. Completely unreadable. But I know that beneath that dead-eyed exterior, his soul is screaming.
I bite my lip to hold in a laugh as he takes in the cotton-candy pink walls, the motivational posters, the fluffy monstrosity that have replaced his sl
