Veronica hadn’t expected to meet Elaine that day. But she considered it cosmic intervention.
She had stayed late again— a habit now, routine even. There was something intoxicating about being the last one in the office, the quiet hum of the overhead lights, the uninterrupted stillness that made her feel as though the world belonged to her alone. Mark’s quarterly budget summary lay neatly compiled on his desk, its graphs and figures pristine and precise—just how he liked it.
She was tidying the corners of his workspace when the elevator chimed and opened.
Out stepped a woman of deliberate elegance.
Impeccably tailored coat. A string of pearls that caught the light. Gray hair swept into a soft chignon, the kind that whispered wealth rather than screamed it. Her heels clicked authoritativ
