The next day, Starry was late at work. He had overslept for the first time in years.
Starry arrived at the office later than usual. He stepped out of his car, adjusting his suit jacket as he walked toward the building. The morning air was crisp, but his mind was already occupied with the long day ahead. He had gone to bed late, thinking about Chloe, and waking up had been harder than usual. Without thinking, he had reached for the other side of his bed, his sleep dazed mind hoping to get hold of Chloe. But she wasn't there. She had never been in his bed.
Heck. His contract with her stated that they were to have no intimate relationship. He was going to stick to that. Hopefully.
As he entered the lobby, his secretary, Amelia, was already waiting for him. She held a folder in one hand
