MARIE
I stepped into his office, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the faint notes of his cologne, woodsy, fresh, and expensive.
“Here’s your coffee, Mr. Stanley. Black, no sugar, just how you like it,” I said, placing the steaming cup carefully on his desk, my tablet tucked under my other arm.
He didn’t look up.
“Okay,” Sebastian replied dryly, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his keyboard.
I hesitated for a second before straightening. Fine. If he wanted to act like that night never happened, I could play along.
“What’s my schedule for today?” he asked, eyes still glued to the screen.
I cleared my throat and focused on my tablet. “You have a busy morning. In thirty minutes, you have a conference call with Mr. Cruise regarding the proposal. They need your final
