Chapter Five CaseThe nice thing about working from home is that no matter what’s going on in your life, it’s always a short walk to the office. The shitty thing? The office is always there waiting for you, staring you down, even if you’re sick as a dog with a 101-degree fever.
When I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a dump truck, I tried to push through it, even though my throat was sore and my head was f*****g throbbing. I can’t afford to take a sick day, not with this damn deadline breathing down my neck. So I chugged half a bottle of DayQuil before sitting my ass down in front of my computer, determined to power through and make it work.
But by the time Sienna comes strolling into my office in a cream-colored blouse and a plaid pencil skirt that does all kinds of things to my
