Bryan couldn't leave the food behind—not when it smelled that good. He grabbed the container with both hands, cradling it like some precious artifact as he hurried after Neville's retreating figure to sneak into the latest gossip.
…
"Is that food?"
Sarah leaned forward with undisguised curiosity. Her alpha pheromones leaked a little, carrying that kind of excitement that meant she would latch onto something interesting and wouldn't let go until she had extracted every detail from it.
Several other secretaries around were drawn to Sarah's comment. Alia from reception craned her neck to get a better view. Even Iris had glanced up from her quantum computer, though her expression remained professionally neutral.
"Yeah," Neville managed, his voice coming out smaller than he had intended. He quickly grabbed the photo, but the damage was already done. Several pairs of eyes had already glimpsed the image.
