I stood up from my desk and headed for Rye's office. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Rye was standing at the window. His back was turned to me, and the only way I knew he was staring at the window was because of the reflection in the glass.
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. My hands were shaking, and I was more nervous than I had ever been in my whole life.
I took a deep breath and then another one. "Good morning, Sir," I said.
Rye didn't say anything. He just kept on staring out the window. I kept on leaning against the door, and I didn't move.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Miss Harper," Rye slowly said. "The last time we talked, I told you something and you didn't take it very well."
"Yes." I nodded. All of a sudden I felt so incredibly embarrassed. I wante
