Juniper's Pov
As I push open the door to my office, Theodore follows me inside, pausing just past the threshold as he looks around my office, taking in his surroundings. My office is small but undeniably inviting, with an understated charm that suits me perfectly.
My wooden desk dominates the room, its surface neatly arranged with my laptop, a stack of papers, and my coffee mug emblazoned with the witty phrase "Espresso yourself!". One of my office walls has a slender bookshelf, crammed with everything from thick tomes to a potted succulent that seems to be thriving despite the season. On the opposite side, there is a cozy armchair tucked near the window, its faded upholstery softened by a knitted throw in rich earth tones.
The light streaming through the frosty glass bathes the room in
