Hazel's POV
I woke up seething with rage. Last night's texts from Liam Sterling kept replaying in my mind. The nerve of that man! First inappropriate messages at midnight, then threatening to make me come to the office in the middle of the night?
Two could play this game.
I marched to my closet with newfound determination. If he wanted to test boundaries, I'd push right back. I pulled out my tightest pencil skirt that still looked professional but hugged every curve. I paired it with a silky blouse that dipped just low enough to be distracting without crossing into inappropriate territory. My highest heels completed the look.
"Going somewhere special?" Chloe asked, leaning against my bedroom doorframe with a knowing smirk.
"Just work," I replied, applying an extra coat of mascara. "But I'm declaring war."
Chloe laughed. "Does this war involve your impossibly handsome boss?"