“Natalie, is someone waiting for you downstairs?”
Zach nudged my arm and winked at me.
I leaned over to take a look. There he was, Quentin, holding a bouquet of flowers, leaning against a sports car, gazing up at the
building with deep affection. Every time someone walked past him, he would stop them to ask if they knew Natalie and if they
could help pass along a message that he was waiting for her downstairs.
“He’s been waiting for days now. Your name is famous throughout the entire building, girl.”
I scoffed and pulled the curtains shut.
What bad luck.
“Natalie, the president’s office just called. They want you upstairs.”
The intern transferred the call to me.
I picked up the receiver, and Ryan’s cold voice came through.
