Sienna’s POV
I grabbed my bag, my jacket, my dignity—what was left of it—and booked it out of the office like the damn building was on fire. My heels echoed through the nearly empty halls, every click a reminder of what I’d just let happen. Again.
By the time I made it to the parking garage and slid into my car, my phone buzzed.
Alex.
Shit.
The date. The lovely Alex.
I cursed under my breath, resting my head on the steering wheel for a moment. Of course. Because my life wasn’t complicated enough. And Alex? He didn’t deserve half-hearted attention, let alone a Sienna who just spent the last two hours being absolutely demolished by a man who wasn’t her boyfriend.
“Get it together,” I muttered to myself and started the car.
The drive home was a blur of red lights and regret. My mind k
