PRETEND PRINCESS
Zara's POV
My voice was tighter than I meant it to be.
Not that I cared.
Zed grinned like an idiot, behind me into the office.
He slumped into the desk chair, plugged in the drive and his laptop, and started typing.
The screen turned blue and white as files downloaded — folders within folders of work documents, names, codes, files labeled things like 'Q1 Analytics' and 'Client Data Structure'.
His fingers moved fast, the clicking of keys filling the silence.