“Miss Emerson, I’d like to see you in my office,” Nate sounded through my newly installed phone in my newly gifted office. I pushed his extension as I searched my notes on my laptop. “Nate, everyone here knows we have sex on the regular. You can call me Stella,” I said with a tone that matched his. “Miss Emerson, I have Roger Morris in my office for a meeting,” Nate snapped as laughter echoed out beside him.
