Danielle<

I dropped to my knees, hurriedly gathering the papers outside of the executive offices. This is no way to make a first impression, Danielle! Get it together or you won’t last the week.

The last thing I needed was for the head manager to see me like this.

A black, Italian leather shoe came down an inch from my hand. I froze, still reaching for the spreadsheet now trapped under the large foot in front of me.

It was attached to a leg clad in an impeccably cut suit, and as I ran my eyes upward, I tried not to tremble. A man with wavy dark hair and a...