Page 49 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

“SURPRISE!”

Confetti explodes over my head.

I nearly drop my tablet.

The entire admin team, HR staff, and a handful of people from finance and project management are gathered near my desk, a massive Congratulations, Sunny! banner stretched across the lounge.

I gawk.

Harla stands at the center, smirking over the rim of her coffee. “Nice to have turnover due to promotion instead of… well.”

She waves a dismissive hand.

Everyone laughs.

I blink hard. “Wait. You guys are celebrating?”

“Of course we’re celebrating,” Neve, the pixie from HR, chimes in. “You ran the business conference, secured a Rift Network partnership, won Best in Show, and didn’t get fired.”

She sips her latte. “Frankly, legendary.”

I stare.

I open my mouth.

I close it.

“That’s… not exactly how it happened,” I say weakly.

Harla winks. “Don’t correct a good office myth, sweetheart.”

More laughter ripples through the group, and I find myself smiling despite my confusion.

Maybe I’d worried for nothing.

This isn’t weird.

It’s home.

Between pastries and coffee, I try to wrap my head around the absolutely insane version of events floating through the office.

Apparently, I had time to single-handedly run Vormugh Enterprises’ finance division, negotiate Rift trade agreements, and win a competitive creative arts championship.

All in one weekend.

I rub my temples.

At this rate, they’ll be saying I also slayed a hydra and brokered peace between vampire clans.

Before I can attempt to set the record straight, my tablet chimes.

A message from Khanner.

Sunny. My office. Now.

A shiver runs down my spine.

Harla, who has laser-focused senses for workplace drama, catches my reaction immediately.

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