The morning started suspiciously normal.
And honestly?
That should’ve been my first warning.
Because somehow my life had reached the point where peaceful workdays felt deeply untrustworthy.
The elevator doors opened onto the executive floor while I balanced two coffees in one hand and my tablet under my arm carefully.
The second I stepped out—
Daniel looked up from his desk dramatically.
“There she is.”
I narrowed my eyes immediately.
“…Why do you sound like a disappointed father?”
“Because you’re late.”
I looked toward the clock mounted nearby.
“I am literally early.”
“You’re emotionally late.”
“That means nothing.”
“It means I suffered alone for six whole minutes while Adrian was already in work mode.”
I snorted softly.
Poor Daniel.
Ever since Adrian recovered from bein
