Friends with Benefits
She wasn't wearing her usual polished corporate attire; she wore a simple oversized sweater, her hair thrown into a messy bun, her eyes blazing with a raw, candid fury that made my internal security firewalls immediately scramble.
"Get up, Khalia," Bea commanded, her voice dropping to a low, furious hiss that bounced off my floor-to-ceiling windows. She didn't take off her shoes. She marched straight across the hardwood floor until she was standing directly over my trembling frame.
"I am currently reviewing the phase-two structural schedules, Bea," I murmured, my voice a thick, gravelly vibration that sounded like cracking concrete. I didn't look up at her eyes; I kept my gaze fixed firmly o