** Harper **
Harper had just typed up an ecstatic text when she felt someone inching up behind her. She whipped around and found Naomi — the marketing girl who did the presentation yesterday — smiling at her.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Naomi pointed her chin at Harper's phone.
"Oh, no, not at all." Harper hastily locked the screen and slid the phone back into her pocket, hoping that her colleague didn't get a chance to read the text itself. Not that it would raise any issues, professional business wise, but she liked to keep this — whatever relationship it was that she had with Eli — private, for reasons that she herself didn't always understand.
