As the morning light filtered through the curtains, the weight of unresolved conversations pressed down on Larissa like a heavy cloak. Her shoulders tensed, knots of stress tightening with each thought of Jasper. With a sigh, she pushed herself out of the warmth of her bed, the day's responsibilities refusing to be ignored. Today was not a day for sick leave, not when curiosity about the new PA gnawed at her.
She swept her hair into a neat ponytail, feeling the bristles gently tug at her scalp, bringing a small, grounding discomfort. Choosing her outfit, she settled on a knee-length royal blue dress that hugged her form modestly while boasting an elegant, elevated neckline that framed her face. Long sleeves whispered against her skin with every movement, a soft caress against the morning
