Office Romance. Part 8

Candace's POV

It’s Monday, and while I have no real reason to be anxious, I still am. I stayed with Cannon in his guest room Friday night and Saturday night, and he was a perfect gentleman, but I just couldn’t fathom having to come to work with him from his penthouse. The gossip would never cease.

I thought that if I slept at my own place and tried to get things back to normal, everything would be just fine. There would be no fallout from my date with Cannon and the ambush by the paparazzi.

I was very, very wrong.

Walking into the building, nothing seems off as I greet the secretary and head for the third floor, where I am an intern. Most of the top writers have private offices, but I and the other low-level workers are crammed in cubicles with little to no privacy. It’s annoying at times, but it doesn’t bother me most of the time.

Today, though, is different. The first journalist I check in on, to see if he has any work for me, is col