The rule was simple. Andrew was not allowed in Tina's office during live meetings. The rule existed for a reason. A humiliating, extremely documented, board-of-directors witnessed reason. It had been a perfectly normal quarterly review. Tina was mid-presentation, laser pointer in hand, voice calm and CEO-sharp.
"—and as you can see, projected growth in Q4—"
The office door had opened quietly. Too quietly. She didn't turn around. Big mistake. Andrew had walked in wearing her oversized hoodie and absolutely no shame. Belly rounded, glowing, smug. He had padded across the carpet like a cat who paid rent. And then. He had climbed into her lap. Straddled her. Directly. In front of the board. On camera.
"Tiny."
He had murmured into her ear, fully audible through the high-grade conference mic.
"You've been ignoring me for twenty-seven minutes."
