Inappropriate Conduct
Levi sat at his desk, reviewing the final Q4 projections on his screen, numbers blurring slightly after a long day of back-to-back meetings.
His phone buzzed against the polished wood.
**Avery:** Still here?
He smiled before he could stop himself—a small, involuntary curve of his lips that had become more frequent lately.
**Levi:** Still here.
**Avery:** Come find me.
He didn’t hesitate. He saved his work, shut down the monitor, and stood, rolling his shoulders to ease the stiffness that had settled there.