Running on Empty

Zara POV

I glared at the large glass-encased clock on the office wall like it had personally offended me. The red second hand ticked forward in a mocking, methodical rhythm. It was exactly 6:47 PM. My brain felt like a bruised muscle. Since stepping into this corporate building early this morning, I had been buried under a mountain of complex legal addendums. They were written in a sprawling lega