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Each plan is more chaotic than the last.
Each one sharpens my focus today like a blade.
Maybe that’s the key. Maybe evil thoughts are my personal brand of coffee.
Now that I’m pulling into my parking lot, it finally clicks-why work felt so easy today.
This has been my life for years.
Thinking evil thoughts about Delilah while working. Plotting imaginary takedowns of Finn’s girlfriend while cracking encryption layers.
Hatred and chaos fueled me.
Not… happiness.
Not good sex and sweet texts and being called “Bunny” with a voice low enough to melt steel.
God.
Good thoughts distract me.
Evil ones make me efficient.
I’m officially that person who thrives only in chaos.
No messy Finn to babysit.
No Delilah to fantasize about punching.
Just good memories of Knox inside me.
And look what it’s done to me-turned me soft.
Not anymore.
If hacking into my maybe-boyfriend’s life was what it took to get my productivity back, then so be it.
Consider it… field research.
Successfully unlocked!
I grab my bag and head inside the building, pushing through the lobby doors.
As usual, Johnny-the old security guard who barely stays awake past noon-is dozing behind the front desk, his head bobbing like a balloon losing air.
“A very good evening to you, Johnny,” I call, striding past.
Meet Someone New
He startles upright with a snort, fumbling for his glasses.
“Sloane!” he says, blinking at me. “Almost didn’t see you there.”
I grin and aim for the stairs-ignoring the elevator as I always do.
One claustrophobic experience in that metal deathtrap was enough for me to swear it off for life. The elevator might be faster, but after getting stuck in it once-just once-I’ve avoided it like the plague.
Small spaces. No air.
My hands had actually trembled trying to pry the doors open that day.
Never again.
I’d rather hike six flights of stairs in heels than get trapped again with nothing but bad lighting and my own panic.
“A package for you!” Johnny calls after me.
I pause, frowning.
A package?
I pivot back toward the desk. He’s holding out a small white envelope, waving it like it’s a winning lottery ticket.
“From whom?” I ask.
“The lock-changing company,” he says.
“The what?”
“Some guys came in today,” Johnny explains. “Had IDS and paperwork and everything. Said you scheduled them to replace your door lock.”
I just stare at him for a second.
And then it clicks.
There’s exactly one man who would do something like that without asking me first.
And the strangest part is-
Instead of being mad, I feel a small, warm tug inside me. I bite back a smile.
“Yes, of course,” I say brightly, putting Johnny out of his growing misery. “The lock company. Totally slipped my mind.”
Johnny sighs, visibly relieved.
“Good. You had me worried there for a second. You’re smart, Sloane. Can’t be too careful these days.”
He winks at me as I tuck the envelope under my arm.
“I saw you brought home a fine gentleman today,” he adds with a knowing chuckle.
Heat crawls up my neck. “Umm, thank you, Johnny.”
“Does that mean you’ve finally broken up with that other guy?”
I groan inwardly. “For the hundredth time-Finn and I were just friends.”
“Yeah, a friend who wants to bang you six ways from Sunday.”
“Johnny!”
“It’s the truth. Young people can be so blind. Man follows you around like a lost dog, and you call it friendship. You girls today…” He trails off, shaking his head sagely.
I just smile and start backing toward the stairs.
Some battles aren’t worth fighting.
“I’m heading up now!” I call.
But Johnny’s voice follows me, almost catching me mid-step.
“What did you say to him that got him so worked up anyway?” he asks. “You came in with that fine gentleman, and minutes later your old friend stormed out, face like a thundercloud.”
I freeze.
Stomach dropping.
“What are you talking about?”
“Finn,” Johnny says, like it’s obvious. “Came by this afternoon. Maybe ten minutes before you showed up. You must have said something to him up there. He didn’t look too good. Didn’t reply when I said goodbye.”
My heart stops beating for a second.
Meet Someone New
Finn.