~LAUREN’S POV~

The elevator dinged, and I stepped out into the hallway, the buzz of the office hitting me like a wave. People were pretending to work, but everyone was distracted, phones half down, ears perked up.

It wasn’t every day Rosette and Patrick caused a whole soap opera episode in the middle of a Tuesday.

Vanessa spotted me the second I rounded the corner.

“There you are,” she said, grabbing her coffee and standing up. “I just saw Rosette and Patrick storm past reception looking like they’d swallowed a beehive. What the hell happened?”

I dropped into the chair at her desk. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time,”...