The lunch with Theron had been, by all objective standards, pleasant. He had insisted on taking her to a small, sunlit bistro three blocks from the Ispire headquarters, a place with white linen tablecloths and a menu that didn't list prices. They had talked about a little bit of their work that day, a safe topic that allowed them to lean into their professional rapport while the rest of the patrons looked on, whispering behind their menus at the sight of the Boss's right hand dining so intimately with an intern.
But the warmth of the sun and the smooth taste of the wine evaporated the moment Sierra stepped back into the lobby of the headquarters..
By the time she reached the breakroom to refill her water bottle, the atmosphere had shifted from professional to prying curiosity.
