Anya’s POV
I blinked. “Oh—yes sir.”
He slid a small note across the desk. His handwriting was sharp, neat, annoyingly perfect. I picked up the paper and read the restaurant name.
I frowned before I could stop myself. I had never even heard of the place. It didn’t sound like anywhere near this part of the city. My throat tightened. If I asked him, he would think I was stupid. If I didn’t ask and got lost… well, that would be even worse.
I forced a small nod. “Yes, sir.”
It came out too soft. Too afraid. But he didn’t look up, so maybe he didn’t notice—or maybe he didn’t care.
I turned and walked out before my nerves could spill out of me.
Back in my small office, I grabbed my bag and fumbled with my car keys, my hands still shaking a little. I checked the note again. The restaurant n
