"We both work for the same man," she pointed out, happy to have something to grapple with that was on less... profoundly unexpected and how did she even deal with it sort if way. This was much less emotionally engaging. It was surer ground. She could build her walls back up. "You're in the office practically every other day. It wouldn't be professional."

There. That line made sense. It was a good line. It was settled, then.

She began to gather up her files as if the conversation was over. Because it was over. Not because she was running away.