(Ethan’s POV)
I've been avoiding Sabrina ever since she joined the company.
Not because I want to. God knows I don't want to. Every day I have to stop myself from finding excuses to visit the fifteenth floor, from "accidentally" running into her in the cafeteria, from calling her into my office for some made-up reason.
But I promised her. I promised she wouldn't see my face at work. That she could prove to herself—and everyone else—that her success is based on her own talent and hard work, not on any connection to me.
So I stay away even when all I want to do is go there and ask how her day is going.
I get updates, of course. Sarah sends me weekly reports on the creative team's progress, and Sabrina's name is always at the top. Her campaigns are brilliant. Sharp. Exactly the kind of i
