Seraphina's Point Of View
I dropped into my chair like it owed me money. Leather groaned. I groaned louder. My back complained. My shoulders were screaming. My jaw ached. Fists were still tight at my sides. That file sat there on the desk like a little predator, calm, quiet, smug. Paper and ink. Just paper and ink. And yet… it had weight. Authority. Threat. Expectation.
A new position. For me. Out of nowhere. A gift. Or a trap. Probably both. I stared. Blinked. Blinked again. Scoffed quietly. "Optional," I muttered under my breath. "Right. Totally optional." My lips curled.
Forty-eight hours. Two days. To decide if I want this… this thing. Director of Executive Affairs. Exclusive. Especially for them. Especially for them. I rubbed my temples. My head felt like it had been hit with a brick. Two days. Two. Days. To decide my life, my work, my… sanity.
