As soon as I returned to my Penthouse, I wasted no time. Settling into my desk chair, I pulled up my email inbox on my computer. A few quick clicks, and there it was—the message from HR.
Hayden Carter.
Her name was all I needed to see to feel that familiar, thrilling flutter in my chest. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I scanned through her file, absorbing every detail I could find. Start date: two weeks from now. That gave me a timeline.
I couldn't help but read further. Her home address, her phone number, and her current job at Café 56. I noted both locations, just in case. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing with this information, but it felt important to keep it.
I leaned back in my chair, exhaling deeply.
Creep much?
I dragged a hand down my face. This wasn’t me—I'd n
