Margaret’s cold stare kept my feet frozen at the door, the accusation radiating from her.
My heart pounded, my wrinkled skirt and messy hair screaming guilt. Cole stood beside me, his presence steady but tense. We were caught, or damn close.
“Both of you,” Margaret snapped, “my office, tomorrow, 9 a.m. We’re discussing your conduct.”
“Conduct?” Cole asked, voice calm but I caught the strain.
“Don’t play dumb, Maddox.” Her eyes flicked between us, sharp. “I’ve been watching. This stops now.”
My throat closed, my dream job flashing before my eyes. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move.
“Understood,” Cole said, too composed. “We’ll be there.”
Margaret nodded curtly, her heels clicking as she left. I shut the door, leaning against it, breath shaky.
“We’re screwed,” I whispered, hands trembl
