OCEANS.
"What the f**k is going on, Oceans?" Harold asked the moment my door clicked shut behind us.
"What do you mean?" I rounded the table to my seat, undoing my suit jacket.
"The girl. Why were you standing so close?" He gestured outside at Kisarel's office, which was demarcated by a glass wall and a door.
She was just outside my office - in our office - her desk sat directly in my line of sight through the glass, which I had arranged deliberately when she was transferred to my office and had told myself at the time was purely practical. I could see her clearly from where I sat. She had her head down now, her hair falling forward over the files she was organizing, completely unaware she was being discussed.
"She's my personal assistant, Harold," I said, pulling the first file towar
