Alondra’s Point of View
Morning arrived faster than I expected. I felt drained, as if I hadn’t slept at all. Trying to untangle the chaos in my mind had robbed me of rest.
I dressed with the professionalism my position demanded, opting for a more conservative dress than usual. If I was going to see him, I wanted to make it clear that what had happened the night before would not happen again.
Upon arriving at the building, I took a deep breath before stepping into the elevator.
My bad luck seemed limitless because there he was—standing tall, exuding that impeccable presence and gaze that seemed to pierce through to my soul.
I decided to ignore him. “Good morning,” I said into the air without looking directly at him.
He didn’t respond. I felt the weight of his gaze fixed on me as the e
