Single Dad’s Boss Woke Up in His Guest Room—Wearing Only His Shirt…-hongtran

downtown building that housed Winter’s architectural design. In the elevator, he straightened his tie and took a deep breath. Whatever happened, he would handle it with professionalism.
The office was already humming with activity when he arrived. He nodded to colleagues as he made his way to his desk, trying to act normal despite the tension coiling inside him. Sullivan.

The voice of Tom Reeves, the head of his department, stopped him in his tracks. The boss wants to see you now. Jake’s heart sank. Here it was, the fallout he’d been dreading.
He nodded to Reeves and changed direction, heading for Mia’s corner office. Her assistant, a perpetually harried looking young man named David, looked up as Jake approached. “Go right in, Mr.
Sullivan, she’s expecting you. The door to Mia’s office felt heavier than usual as Jake pushed it open. The space beyond was exactly as it always was, minimalist, elegant,
with floor toseeiling windows offering a spectacular view of the city. Mia sat behind her desk, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, her auburn hair pulled back in a severe bun.
She looked up as he entered, her expression unreadable. Close the door, please. Jake did as instructed, then stood before her desk, waiting. Sit, she said, gesturing to one of the chairs opposite her.
He sat, his back straight, hands resting on his knees. I owe you an apology, she said without preamble. Of all the ways he’d imagined this conversation starting, that hadn’t been one of them. Ms. Winters.
My behavior on Friday night was unprofessional and put you in an awkward position. I’m sorry. Jake blinked momentarily speechless. There’s no need to apologize. Anyone can have too much to drink at a holiday party.