Behind the Label

Avery

The elevator dinged open to our floor, and Declan strode out first, leaving me to trail behind him like the good assistant I was supposed to be. My legs still felt wobbly, and sitting at my desk proved interesting.

The day crawled by in a blur of emails and phone calls.

When I walked in, the office cafeteria buzzed with the usual crowd. The coffee machine hummed as I filled my cup with just