It became routine faster than I expected.

The next evening I stayed up late on purpose. Most of the floor emptied by seven. By eight the only light left was the one in Adrian’s corner office. I finished the last of my work with my thighs already pressed together, pulse climbing every time I glanced toward his glass walls. At 8:17 my phone buzzed with a single message from the internal system:

Office. Now.

I locked my computer, smoothed my skirt, and walked the short distance on unsteady legs. The door opened before I could knock. Adrian pulled me inside. Marcus and Grant were already there, jackets off, drinks in...