I stopped outside his door, took a deep breath like I was about to skydive without a parachute, and knocked.
No going back now. Not unless I fancied throwing myself down the stairwell.
The door swung open almost immediately, leaving me zero time to panic or bolt.
There he was—in a suit. A proper one. Not the kind you wear for a Zoom meeting or to make your ex jealous on i********:, but the sort that whispered "money" and "I don't queue for anything, ever."
He looked like he was on his way out.
Maybe a date.
Probably with someone tall, elegant, and dangerously immune to carbs.
Regret made a swift U-turn in my gut, and I took a tiny step back, already rethinking everything.
But then he gestured for me to wait. He was on the phone, looking very much like a man who cl
