Unromantic Invitations

There was no need wondering how exactly she had slept for eight hours; she had literally passed out after tossing restlessly in bed the night before. Albeit she knew it was useless coming to work anyway, Clara hated to think of Mr. Quinn imagining she was slacking off or worse still, unprofessionally going after the client she had been placed in charge of.

Well, if she were to be sincere with herself, the reason she banged her head softly against the elevator wall had little to do with what he would think of her on professional levels. It had everything to do with the moment they had shared.

Shit. What was she doing seeing it as a moment? Had she learnt nothing from dealing with Andre Quinn or was she simply into masochism without being aware of it? 

Clara straightened as the doors opened, and stepped out making her way towards Andre's office.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Lynn." 

"Good day, ma'am." 

Two young men who could pass more a