Harley’s P.O.V.

I stood in the hallway, wondering what exactly Carlos wanted to talk about now. As he had given me the time frame of fifteen minutes, I made sure to take full advantage of it, wasting them in unnecessary matters.

So, when I walked towards mhis office, my heels clicked like guilty footsteps, each step an echo of wasted minutes.

By the time I reached the top floor and knocked on the door, I was a bundle of stray nerves and sweaty palms. The mere thought of being scolded for an unknown mistake churned my stomach as I poked my head in, breath held like a secret.

“Good morning,...