Lila
She hadn't been able to stay at the office, face the wide eyes and whispers. She was a coward, but while they were all still listening to Chris, she'd snuck out, packed up her things, and gone back to the Penthouse.
Now she stood there, her own speech to the staff about work continuing as it always had ringing her ears while she was… incapable.
She'd tried to write a press release about her appointment as CEO, and all she could see was Dane's lips on that woman's skin.
She'd tried to get into the system to see if she could find any more strange or unlikely intelligence entries, but she'd gotten the password wrong four times because she kept seeing visions of Dane, his head thrown back, the tendons on his neck standing proud—
