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But now?

I find myself wondering what her skin would feel like under my hand.

Soft. Possibly, too soft.

I shake the thought away, irritated.

I have no time for distractions.

And speaking of distractions…

I glance toward the door, suppressing my growing impatience.

We have one more round of Boardroom interviews before the day is done.

For the first time since this trial started, I want to fast-forward to the end.

Because the real challenge—the one I am most interested in—is waiting for me in the office on Friday.

Chapter Four

A TOTALLY NORMAL WORK DAY (NOT)

Sunny Adlawan

I survivedmy first touchbase with the boss.

Barely.

I smooth my blazer as I sit at my desk, trying to appear calm and composed while my insides vibrate with the lingering tension of my face-to-face, er, screen, with Ser Khanner Rokoth.

The man didn’t even turn on his camera, and yet I still feel like I had been standing before a tribunal of doom, waiting for my inevitable judgment.

Did I do well? Was he secretly glaring? Did his tail flick in irritation?

I had no way of knowing at the time.

But—

He complimented my scheduling system.

Which, according to the newly formed Admin Gossip Club™, is akin to a golden seal of approval.

I tap my fingers against my desk, staring at my reflection in the sleek black screen of my work tablet. I’m definitely counting the meeting as a win.

Not being fired immediately? Win.

Not being growled at? Win.

Not being threatened with some cryptic corporate warning aboutfollowing my instinctsandknowing when to run? Big win.

Encouraged, I square my shoulders.

Now, onto the next task: going on a deep dive of Vormugh Enterprises and the executive suite.

By the time lunch rolls around, I already make a dent in the Vormugh Enterprises files, learning the who’s who of the company, the major departments, and—more importantly—the power dynamics of the C-suite executives.

Naturally, this means it’s time to debrief with my fellow admins.

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