Celeste
I shake Isabella’s words of from my head gulping a lump and walk over to Jared’s office
I pushed the door open and stopped.
Jared was behind his desk with a man sitting in one of the chairs facing him.
He looked like he was in his late forties with sharp, intelligent eyes and salt-and-pepper hair.
He had an air of relaxed power about him, like Jared.
Both men looked up as I entered.
Fuck!
I thought he was in a meeting
“Your coffee Mr. Harlan,” I said my voice quiet keeping my eyes down, aiming for the usual table.
But the guest spoke. “ Who is this?”
His voice was warm, friendly making me freeze halfway across the room urging me to finally looked up.
The man was smiling at me a genuine appreciative smile.
I didn’t miss the way Jared’s jaw tightened.
A flash of
