If mornings had a face, Amara would've punched it. Or at least glared. Hard. The sun hadn't even climbed properly when she found herself already inside the company building, badge clipped to her shirt, hair tied up in the quick, I-barely-slept sort of way. Her brain still felt jammed somewhere between last night's chaos and the damp cold air of dawn.
Darien had picked her up again. No warning. No talking. No dramatic threats from her about jumping out mid-drive. He simply… stopped a few blocks before the building, like he remembered she didn't want to be seen stepping out of his car again. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. Hard to tell with someone who walked around like a fortress pretending to be a man.
Whatever. She walked the rest of the way, pretending her lungs weren't fluttering from something as stupid as yesterday's kiss. She would absolutely not think about that. She had a job, and kissing the CEO wasn't part of the damn job description.
