The rain fell hard, slicing through the night like sheets of glass. The street outside the office was empty, the lamps glowing against the downpour. She pressed her palm against the glass door, watching water pour down in thick silver lines. No taxi. No umbrella. Just her and the storm.
She had stayed too late at work again. Her boss had left hours ago, or so she thought. She shut down her computer, tucked her flash drive into her bag, and pulled her coat tighter around her body. But before she could step into the rain, a deep voice behind her made her freeze.
“Going home like this?”
She turned slowly.
He was standing near the elevator, suit jacket gone, shirt sleeves rolled, hair damp from the rain he must have walked through earlier. His tie hung loose around his neck. His name was M
