Calla’s POV
I used to think life would get easier once I landed a job—job. But now, as I sit in the break room of Bell Enterprises, watching the minutes slip by on the sleek silver clock above the espresso machine, I’m not sure if I’ve gotten what I wished for or stepped into something I can’t escape.
Cassian Bell.
The name alone is enough to tie my nerves into a noose. He’s the enigma no one dares to approach, the ice-wrapped figure in the penthouse suite who barely spares anyone a glance—except today, he did. And that look… It’s still etched into my memory like a carved signature.
He saw me.
Not like a name on an ID badge, or a staff member he’d probably fire without blinking. He saw me. And that’s what makes it so hard to breathe.
“Calla,” a voice cuts through my thoughts. Melissa
