The Soveir Company building had always felt too polished, too intimidating, but compared to the quiet elegance of Leonard's office, it was nothing.
Melisa lay sprawled across the leather sofa like a cat that had finally found a sunlit patch. For the first time in days, her body wasn't buzzing with tension. Her head leaned back, one hand stretched lazily for the snacks on the table. Some carefully plated delicacies meant for guests were now reduced to her casual munching.
When she glanced up, she caught Leonard watching her.
"…What? Is there something on my face?" she asked, half-daring him to say yes. For reasons she couldn't quite name, a flicker of self-consciousness ran through her.
He only chuckled, shaking his head.
Her brows pulled together. "Then why are you laughing? Never seen anyone eat before, Mr. Perfect?"
Leonard covered the sound with a polite cough. "I wasn't laughing."
"Yeah, sure." Melisa mentally rolled her eyes.
