Chapter 3 - The Midnight Shift

Maria spent the entire day in a state of terror. Every time the elevator bell dinged, her stomach executed a violent triple-flip. She waited for security to escort her out, for HR to hand her a pink slip, or worse, for a bill for the "emotional distress" caused to the billionaire CEO's porcelain tub.
Instead, when she clocked in for her night shift at 11:00 PM, her supervisor handed her a new uniform jacket, a locker key to the newly renovated downstairs lounge (which now featured actual comfortable couches, a microwave, and coffee machines that didn't taste like burnt metal), and a strange piece of news: “Your split shifts are cancelled, Lopez. Effective tonight, straight eight hours, higher pay. Don't ask me why, corporate sent down an emergency memo.”
Maria stared at the paper as if it were written in ancient Greek.
Around 2:00 AM, she was pushing her cart down the twenty-second-floor corridor, still half-expecting a trap. As she approached the double doors of the presidential suite, she noticed the door was cracked open.
A light flickered inside.
Heart hammering against her ribs, she pushed the door open with her hip, armed only with a bottle of glass cleaner.
Victor Torres was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, reviewing architectural blueprints. He looked up as the door swung.
"You're late," he said dryly.
Maria froze, her knuckles white around the spray bottle. "I—what? I'm on schedule! I didn't even go near the bathroom tonight, I swear! I stayed twenty feet away from the tub!"
Victor stood up, sliding his hands into his pockets. He looked at her—really looked at her—without the fatigue of the previous night clouding his features. Up close, he was intimidatingly handsome, with sharp jawlines and eyes the color of stormy Atlantic water.
"Relax, Lopez," he said, walking slowly toward her. "The tub is safe. In fact, I had it cleaned twice just to be thorough."
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"Are you... are you going to fire me?" she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.
"Fire the woman who single-handedly exposed our broken scheduling system?" Victor stopped two feet away from her. "Why would I do that? I should give you a bonus."