Melanie paused just outside her office door. Not because she was hesitant to step inside, but because her assistant was standing there, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. The sight gave her a sense of déjà vu—it was exactly how he had looked last Monday, standing in the same spot, radiating the same barely contained excitement.
She crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow. "At this rate, I should just make you the official guard of my office. So? What good news do you have for me today? Did you finally track down the source of the information leak?"
Ben's smile faltered, his expression shifting for the briefest moment before he composed himself. He took a quick step forward, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Peter Burskey is sitting inside."
Melanie's eyebrows lifted.
