Daria
I stared at the empty coffee cup on my table before looking out the window. The city’s night lights glowed outside my window, but my reflection stared back at me harder.
I checked my watch. 9:42 p.m.
“Perfect,” I muttered. “I’ve worked straight through dinner again.”
I pushed my chair back and stood. chair. I needed something to eat, maybe more coffee.
The hall outside my office was dark except for a few lights signifying that everyone had gone home hours ago, I thought.
I stepped out, my heels clicking in the silence as I walked to the lounge when a low voice startled me.
“Do you need something, Ms. Page?"
I turned sharply. Nate stood leaning against the doorframe of the printing room, jacket off and sleeves rolled to his forearms. My stomach flipped, the same irritating way
