The fluorescent lights flickered with a rhythmic hum that usually helped Sierra focus on her spreadsheets. But tonight, the rows of numbers were blurring into a meaningless gray sludge. It was 8:00 PM. The cleaning crews were already moving through the cubicles like ghosts, and the only other person on the executive floor was Theron, the man currently occupying the dual role of "Head of Security" and "Sierra's fake boyfriend."
Sierra adjusted her glasses and let out a long, weary sigh. She was an accounting intern. Her biggest concerns were supposed to be double-entry bookkeeping and making sure the coffee machine didn't explode. She wasn't supposed to be pretending to date a man who looked like he could crush a bowling ball with his bare hands.
