Liam's POV
I sat at my desk, tapping my pen against the polished mahogany surface. The chocolate cake I'd taken from Hazel's desk sat half-finished in front of me. My mind kept drifting to her flushed face, the way her green eyes had flashed with indignation when I admitted to stealing her dessert.
A knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in," I called, straightening my tie.
Hazel entered, holding several files. She wore a guarded expression, but the slight pink tinge on her cheeks betrayed her. The gift bag I'd given her was clutched in her other hand.
"The Harrison files you requested, Mr. Sterling," she said, her voice coolly professional.
"Thank you, Ms. Vance." I gestured to the chair across from me. "Please, sit. We should discuss the quarterly projections."
She hesitated before taking a seat, placing the files on my desk. Her posture was rigid, defensive.
"I see you haven't finished my cake," she remarked, eyeing the plate.
