Special treatment

ARYA’S POV The next morning, that hope was tested. I woke up late, my cheap alarm clock had died sometime in the night, and scrambled to get ready. Then I realized too late that my only professional-looking shirt had a stain I hadn't noticed in the dim hostel lighting. By the time I made it to the office building, I was fifteen minutes late and had coffee spilled down my front from the too-full cup I grabbed on the way. Just perfect. I rushed into the office, out of breath, looking like I was attacked by a caffeinated tornado. Ethan Traynor stood by the reception desk, eyeing me with a murderous stare. "You're late." He snapped. I cleared my throat and smoothed my skirt with my free hand. "I'm so sorry. My alarm didn't go off and then-" "Fifteen minutes late on your first day." He cut me off. "Do you understand how that looks?" I hastily nodded. "It won't happen again. I promise." "That's what everyone says." He gestured to the coffee stain spreading across my shirt. "And you're dr