"Sarah."
"—There's this really cute beta—"
"Sarah."
"—and he has the nicest smile, you know? Like, genuinely nice, not that corporate fake nice—"
"Sarah."
"—and last week he held the lift for me even though I was like twenty feet away—"
"SARAH!"
She blinked. "Yes?"
"I'm quite content focusing on my career," he said, plastering on his best fake smile. "Romance can wait."
"Hmm," she hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Well, if you ever change your mind, I know some very eligible alphas who would love to meet you. You're young, you're cute, you're the personal secretary to the CEO—that's quite the catch, you know!"
"I appreciate the thought." Neville stood, "But can we continue this... later? I need to use the bathroom."
Sarah's expression changed. "Oh? Running away, are we?"
"I'm not running away from anything. I just need to use the bathroom."
"Uh-huh."
"My bladder won't wait for an office romance."
