At five, with no sign of him, I gave up and left.
For all I knew, Lukas wasn’t even in there. Was it a test of some kind? Was I supposed to knock, or was I supposed to not knock? Pass or fail? Is this whole arrangement some elaborate game I don’t understand the rules to?
The martini arrives. I take a long sip and let the happy burn settle in my chest.
What am I even doing? A week ago, my life made sense. Was it stressful? Sure. Was I underpaid? Abso-freaking-lutely. But at least I knew where I stood. I knew who my boss was and what was expected of me.
Now, I’m sitting outside an empty office, taking notes at clandestine meetings, and getting yelled at for using a printer.
And the weirdest part, the part I can’t stop turning over in my head…
Not Kir, who cornered me. Not Kir, who put
