Laera's eyes followed him as he walked past her desk while Eloise stopped before her.

“Good morning, Laera,” Eloise greeted, smiling.

Without responding, Laera grabbed her arm, eyes tracking the direction he had gone.

“Who's that, Eloise?” she quickly asked.

Eloise trailed her gaze, “Oh,” she looked away and dropped her bag on the table, “That's Antonio Brayden.”

“Woah! He's insanely hot,” she cooed clasping her hands together,

“You say?” Eloise asked like she had heard wrong.

The name tugged at Laera and her blushing face vanished, replaced with an unhinged jaw.

“Antonio? The boss?”

“Hm, the boss,” Eloise emphasized to snap her out of whatever fantasy she was having,...