(Zara)
I'd made it through most of Monday without seeing him.
That was the arrangement, wasn't it. He'd be my CEO and nothing else, and I'd do my job and go home and keep my life the shape it had been before I knew his last name. Three days had passed since the office, and he'd held to every word. He hadn't stopped by my desk. He hadn't sent for me. When we passed in the hall this morning he'd said "Ms. Morgan" the same way he said it to everyone, and kept walking.
I told myself I was grateful. I almost believed it.
Then, a little before noon, Priya appeared at my desk with a look I couldn't read.
"Mr. Wolfe wants the project leads at lunch," she said. "To go over the campaign build before it goes to design. You, me, and two from the creative team."
"A lunch meeting."
"A working one
