Lucy never meant for her boss to read the letter confessing her feelings. Too bad she lost it in his office. The day started out like every other—with me crushed under the weight of my wicked-hot boss’s expectations and inevitable disappointment. And then something bad happened. It’s worse than the time I spilled scalding hot coffee in Mr. Devlin’s lap. It’s even worse than the morning I accidentally saved a playlist of pop workout songs over a building schematic right before a big meeting. I lost a love letter somewhere in the office. The thing is, it’s not even an actual love letter. Let’s call it a therapeutic form of hate mail that went down a twisted bunny trail and ended up sounding like a love letter. It was addressed to my boss. And I think he might have found it…