Miranda's teeth pressed into her lower lip as anxiety coursed through her. The thought of going home with Nolan tonight sent her pulse racing, but not entirely from excitement. The logistics of getting to his place undetected by company staff felt like navigating a minefield.
Even though the hour was late and most employees had left, the risk of being spotted lingered. Her online research had revealed no direct bus routes to that area, making discretion even more challenging.
Maintaining the secrecy of her relationship with Nolan wasn't just important—it was essential. The last thing she needed was anyone discovering she'd be spending the night at his place. She cursed herself for not discussing an escape plan with him earlier.
The sharp buzz of her desk phone cut through her thoughts. Miranda lifted the receiver with a steadying breath.
"Miranda, I was just heading out, but Rosalyn Shelton is here asking for Nolan." Clara's voice carried through the line immediately.
