“I need your opinion on this report,” he begins, sliding a folder towards me. “There are some inconsistencies in the data and I think you can help me find the error.”
I take the document and review it carefully. I try to focus, although the closeness of his presence and the relaxed tone of his voice make my heart race slightly.
Before, this situation would have had a different nuance: glances that lingered a bit too long, comments with double entendres, gestures hinting at something beyond work. Now, everything seems more... controlled.
And that's what's most confusing.
“You're spot on,” I say after a few minutes, pointing out a couple of misrecorded figures. “Here's the problem.”
Dylan nods, satisfied. Then he leans back in his chair and observes me with a half-smile.
“I knew relyin
