The following morning, Blackwood Holdings buzzed with its usual energy, but Elena couldn’t stop thinking about the previous evening.
She had replayed every moment of the walk to her taxi countless times before finally falling asleep.
The way Adrian had quietly held the umbrella over both of them.
The concern in his voice when he told her she would catch a cold.
And the look in his eyes just before she left.
It wasn’t the look of a boss toward his assistant.
It was something far more personal.
She just couldn’t understand why.
⸻
Elena arrived at the office earlier than everyone else.
She unlocked Adrian’s office and immediately got to work arranging his desk. His calendar had been updated, the contracts were neatly stacked, and a fresh cup of black coffee rested exactly where he liked it.
As she adjusted the flowers on a small table near the window, something slipped from between the pages of a notebook lying on his desk.
A small, worn-out bus ticket.
It landed softly on the floor.
Elena bent to pick it up.
The edges were faded with age, and the ink had almost disappeared. It looked as though someone had carried it for years.
She turned it over curiously.
Written on the back, in neat handwriting, were the words:
“Some people enter your life for only a moment, yet they leave enough light to guide you forever.”
She stared at the sentence.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, it stirred something deep inside her.
A strange warmth spread through her chest.
Just then, the office door opened.
Adrian walked in.
The moment his eyes landed on the ticket in Elena’s hand, his expression changed.
He crossed the room in a few quick steps.
“You found that.”
“I’m sorry,” Elena said, handing it back. “It fell from your notebook.”
Adrian accepted it carefully, almost reverently.
“You’ve kept this for a long time, haven’t you?”
He looked down at it before answering.
“Seven years.”
Elena blinked.
“Seven years?”
“It reminds me of someone.”
His voice was quiet, almost distant.
“Someone I never forgot.”
Before Elena could ask another question, his phone rang.
The screen lit up with one name.
Victoria.
Adrian declined the call without hesitation.
“You’ve ignored her a lot lately,” Elena observed.
“I have.”
“Won’t she be upset?”
A faint smile appeared on his face.
“She already is.”
⸻
That afternoon, Adrian and Elena attended a meeting at one of the company’s luxury hotels.
Executives from several international firms filled the conference hall, discussing a major partnership.
Elena stood beside Adrian, taking notes while quietly observing the conversation.
Halfway through the meeting, one of the investors smiled warmly at her.
“Miss Carter.”
She looked up.
“You have remarkable composure.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you considered working abroad? A company like ours would gladly welcome someone with your professionalism.”
Before Elena could answer, Adrian spoke.
“I’m afraid Miss Carter isn’t available.”
The room fell silent.
The investor laughed.
“I was only offering her an opportunity.”
“I understand.”
Adrian’s tone remained calm.
“But she’s an important part of Blackwood Holdings.”
Elena looked at him in surprise.
No one had ever defended her so naturally.
The meeting continued, but she couldn’t focus.
His words echoed in her mind.
“She’s an important part of Blackwood Holdings.”
For some reason…
She hoped he hadn’t only meant the company.
⸻
Across town, Victoria sat inside her private office.
The investigator she had hired placed a thick folder on the desk.
“I found everything you requested.”
Victoria opened it slowly.
School records.
Old addresses.
Family history.
Then—
A photograph.
A teenage girl stood beneath a faded blue umbrella, smiling as rain poured around her.
Standing several feet away was a soaked teenage boy sitting alone at a bus stop.
The image wasn’t perfect, but their faces were unmistakable.
Elena.
And Adrian.
Victoria’s fingers tightened around the photograph.
“So…”
She whispered coldly.
“You really were the girl.”
The investigator nodded.
“It appears they met only once.”
“But Mr. Blackwood spent years searching for her.”
Victoria laughed bitterly.
“One meeting.”
“One rainy afternoon.”
“And he threw away seven years waiting for someone who doesn’t even remember him.”
She closed the folder with a loud snap.
“No.”
She wasn’t going to lose.
Not to a girl who didn’t even know the place she held in Adrian’s heart.
“Keep watching her,” she instructed.
“I want to know everywhere she goes.”
“Everyone she speaks to.”
“And if she starts remembering anything…”
She smiled, her eyes turning dangerously cold.
“I want to know before Adrian does.”
⸻
That evening, Elena stayed late to finish preparing documents for the following week’s board meeting.
The office was nearly empty.
As she walked toward the archives room carrying a stack of files, the lights suddenly flickered.
A loud clap of thunder echoed outside.
Startled, Elena lost her balance.
The files slipped from her hands.
Before she could fall, a strong hand caught her wrist.
She gasped.
Adrian steadied her gently.
“Easy.”
For a brief moment, they stood inches apart.
Neither moved.
Neither spoke.
Their eyes remained locked on each other.
Then—
A flash of lightning illuminated the room.
And for the first time in seven years, a forgotten memory forced its way into Elena’s mind.
A rainy afternoon.
A shy teenage boy sitting alone at a bus stop.
A blue umbrella.
A warm meat pie.
And a pair of grateful eyes looking up at her.
Elena’s breathing quickened.
“I…”
She whispered, staring at Adrian.
“Have… have we met before?”
Adrian’s heart stopped.
The moment he had dreamed about for seven years had finally arrived.