Chapter: Sade’s Point of View
Monday mornings were always hectic, but Sade preferred it that way. It kept her focused. The latest clinical trial results for the Alzheimer’s treatment she’d been working on were showing real promise, and she was deep in her reports when Cheryl suddenly leaned in, whispering with urgency.
“Oh my God. He’s here.”
Sade didn’t even look up. “Who?”
Cheryl gave her an exasperated look. “Seriously? Adamo Rossi.”
At that, Sade’s gaze flickered up briefly.
Adamo had just entered, moving through the office at his usual unhurried pace, nodding in acknowledgment as people greeted him. His presence had that effortless command, the kind that made people sit up straighter, pay attention. He had grown a short beard since she’d last seen him up close, and she had to ad
