The ding of the elevator arriving on the forty-eighth floor pulls me back to reality. I've been daydreaming about Jason. Specifically, about how he had touched my body the other night. For some reason, I haven't been able to pull myself out of this Jason-induced frenzy since he left my house on Saturday morning. I can't get over how good he makes me feel. No man has ever made me feel as good as Jason does.

"Good morning, Kate," Cheryl chirps as I approach her desk. Cheryl is Carter's assistant. She reminds me very much of Donna from Suits.

"Hi, Cheryl, did you have a good weekend?" I ask, looking into Carter's office to see if he's in yet.

"He's not here yet, you can relax," she says, reading my mind. "My weekend was good. Not long enough, though."

"Yeah, same here," I say, relaxing my body from its tense state.

"How's your sister doing? Is she letting you assist her?"

Cheryl knows exactly what Briana is like. Not only because I've told her almost everything, but because she has a younger sister who drives her insane, too. "Oh, you know. She keeps trying to push me away, but eventually, she'll cave. I just keep hoping that that day will come sooner rather than later."

"Sisters can be stubborn, can't they?" she states, pursing her lips at me.

I understand Cheryl's signal. Pursed lips mean one thing, and one thing only: Carter is approaching. I turn around swiftly, casting my blonde curls over my shoulder. A smile breaks across my face when Carter enters my sightline. "Good morning, Carter," I say.

"Have you finished filing those depositions?" he asks, skipping the small talk.

"Almost," I admit, even though I know I shouldn't.

"Well, I need them this morning, so, chop, chop," he says before sauntering into his office.

I follow him with my eyes until they land on Cheryl, who is no doubt reflecting my expression at me.

"Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," she chuckles.

"Or, on the wrong side of someone," I retort, causing Cheryl to break out into a hushed laugh.

Shaking my head at my comment, I make my way to my office. When I turn on the light, it stares back at me. Everything is how I left it on Friday night in a neatly, organized mess. I fall into my chair and begin sifting through the files until I find the Brand-Knocks depositions. Immediately, I notice something is missing.

Along with each set of typed files, there is supposed to be a yellow envelope with USB sticks that hold the video and audio files of the depositions. I search my entire desk, but I cannot find them. I had them on Friday afternoon, but now they're gone. In a fuss, I pick up my desk-phone and dial Cheryl's extension.

"This is Cheryl," she calls.

"Hey, Cheryl, it's just me. Have you seen the Brand-Knocks electronic deposition files? They seem to have disappeared from my desk."

"Hmm, I have not. Are you sure they're not in your office?"

"Cheryl, I wouldn't ask without searching every inch of this office."

"I know, I know, Kate. You're thorough. Carter's just stepped out of his office, I'll go take a look on his desk," she says before putting me on hold.

I spin in my chair, chewing my lip. I hope that Cheryl can find them because if they've mysteriously disappeared, I'm in deep shit. If we lose those files, the deposition won't hold up in court. We need to have all the appropriate files to successfully enter it into evidence.

"Hey Kate," Cheryl says, bringing the phone to life. "The envelope isn't here, sorry."

"Oh," I say as I notice Carter walking down the hallway, yellow envelope in-hand. "Don't worry. I think I just found them."

I hang up the phone as Carter enters my office. He places the envelope on my desk and continues to stand in front of me. I take the envelope in my hands. "Is there anything I can help you with, Carter?" I ask as I shove the paper files into it.

"No. After seeing you this morning, I realized that you would need those," he says, nodding to the envelope. "I took them home for the weekend to give them a once-over. They're good to go on my end."

"Oh, okay, wonderful." Carter continues to stare at me. "I was looking for these, you know?" I say after a moment, flashing a quick grin.

Carter returns my grin. "I knew you would be. That's why I made my way over."

"Well, thank you for that."

Carter lingers in my office still. I sometimes find my interactions with him awkward. I know he means well, but I can't help but think he always wants to talk about more than work. I'm not saying that I wouldn't be opposed to conversing about topics other than work, but I don't think we have that much in common.

"How's your sister doing?" he finally asks, for the first time since the accident.

"She's okay and doing much better than she was a few weeks ago. Thank you for asking."

"Of course," he says, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. "It really is rotten luck, getting hit by a car."

"Yeah, it is. Thankfully the damage wasn't too bad. She could've been way worse off. She's still refusing any help I offer her. I think she's too proud to admit she needs it."

"She's playing tough. Someone needs to."

I freeze and give him a questionable look but then choose to ignore his comment. He probably doesn't mean anything by it. Although, if he sees me as a weak person, that's not a good thing. "Yeah, well, she's still alive and kicking." I pause for a moment. "Though, she is in casts, so she's not doing much kicking... I don't know why I said that." I admit aloud.

Carter chuckles. "Well, I'm sure she's figuring out how to recover in a way that best suits herself. It's not the same for everyone."

"I know. Her way of recovering is much different than mine. If I were on injured leave, I would plunk myself on the couch and not get up until I have to. All my sister seems to want to do is work, even though I advised her to take a mental vacation."

Carter shakes his head and laughs at my truthful comment. "If it were me, I'm fairly certain that the television would never leave TSN or SportsNet."

"Oh, trust me, the broadcast themes get annoying after a while. It's all my sister watches."

"Lucky woman," he admits aloud.

I sometimes think that Carter and Briana would be good together. They are so alike, it's annoying. But Briana never lets me meddle around in her love life, even though she is continuously involved in mine, especially now. She would kill me if she knew I was thinking these thoughts about the two of them together. Heck, she'd probably fuck him to annoy me, because that's who she is.

"Is there anything else you need from me?" I ask Carter after a long moment.

"No, no. I'll see you at eleven for the meeting," he says, standing from the chair and exiting the room.

I let out a sigh. Carter seems like a great guy, but he lets his arrogance get the best of him. I'm thankful that he's never made a pass at me because that would truly be awkward. I tried my best to keep my divorce a hushed subject in the office, precisely because I didn't want my coworkers' pity. Only three people in the office know about my divorce, Kimberly and Norman, the lawyers who worked the case, and Cheryl, of course. Because of this, I'm assuming that Carter still thinks I'm married, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Although, part of me still wonders if somehow, he knows.

I glance at the photo of Briana and me on my desk. We're wearing Maple Leaf's attire, and laughing at God knows what. The two of us have such a good time together, especially when we're watching hockey. If only there were a way to seamlessly slip into Briana's love life, and find her a man without leaving the house. Especially since when not at work, she's shut in her apartment watching sports.

I pause my thoughts for a moment. Maybe I can. Maybe there's a way I can get Briana and Carter together in the same room in a relaxed environment. I know exactly what to do.