Chapter 6: Caught in the Act

The next day at work, I arrived early, coffee in hand.

I took the document Ethan had me handle last night to the president's office. The one that supposedly couldn't wait.

The door was tightly closed, which was unusual for this time of morning.

I remember—the last person who went in was Brittany delivering coffee. Of course it was.

Suddenly, a woman's surprised cry rang out from inside.

Something's wrong. My instincts kicked in immediately.

I perfunctorily knocked on the door, not really waiting for permission.

"Mr. Blackwell, I'm coming in." I announced, already turning the handle.

"Wait..." His voice was urgent, panicked even.

Before he finished speaking, I had already pushed open the door, stepping into the office.

Inside the room, Brittany was crouching in front of his legs, not knowing what she was doing. Coffee was spilled across the floor, soaking into the Persian rug, and she was frantically dabbing at his pants with tissues.

Brittany froze, caught red-handed. Ethan’s eyes met mine over her head—and for the first time, I couldn’t read him at all.