I barely slept. Margaret’s stare haunted me, her “first thing tomorrow” echoing in my head.I walked into the office, my stomach in knots. Margaret’s office door stared at me. I knocked, heart pounding.“Come in,” she called sharply.I stepped inside, forcing a smile. “Morning, Margaret.”“Sit, Sierra.” She didn’t look up from her laptop. “Close the door.”I did, sitting stiffly.“About yesterday, the elevator.” Her eyes flicked to me, cold. “You and Cole looked… disheveled.”“It was hot in there,” I said, too fast. “Stuffy. No air.”She raised an eyebrow. “Stuffy.”“Yeah. Thirty minutes stuck. It was rough.”She leaned back, arms crossed. “You’re new here, Sierra. I expect professionalism. No gossip, no distractions.”“I understand.”“Do you?” Her gaze pinned me. “I saw your blouse. Torn buttons. Cole’s tie was a mess.”My throat tightened. “It was an accident. My bag caught—”“Save it.” She tapped her pen. “Just thought to let you know that inappropriate conduct isn't encouraged her
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