Juniper stared at the daunting stack of files looming over her desk. She took a long sip of latte before setting the cup on the desk.
"You need to have those entries finalized within the hour," a voice chirped beside her. It was Chelsea, one of her colleagues, who was leaning against the cubicle wall with a look of feigned sympathy. "The manager was in a foul mood this morning. I heard he caught a lashing from the higher-ups at the company, and he's looking for someone to blame."
"Understood," Juniper replied shortly, her fingers already beginning to fly across the keyboard. "I'll get it done."
Chelsea didn't move. Since the break hadn't officially ended, she felt no rush to return to her own chair. She lingered, her eyes darting toward Juniper with a sudden glint of curiosity.
"By the way, Juniper," Chelsea started, her voice dropping to a gossipy stage whisper. "Is it true that you were actually married to Prince Dominick?"
Juniper's fingers froze over the keys.
