Kayla
By the time the workday officially ended, I felt tired and accomplished at the sane time. The team behind the Julia Project had finally dispersed with their new assignments, and my inbox was finally under a semblance of control.
I was just clicking my laptop shut when the CEO appeared in the doorway. He looked effortlessly sharp, his suit jacket draped over one arm and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms.
"Ready to go pick out a new ride, Mrs. Blackwood?" he asked, a playful, knowing smile tugging at his lips.
I gathered my things, looking up at him. "Do I really have a choice in this matter?"
"You always have choices, Kayla," he replied, leaning against the frame. "But I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this particular one."
We rode the elevator down in a comfor
