The second Adrian left my office after his very dangerous—
“With you.” moment
I knew I was never recovering emotionally.
Because honestly?
How was anyone supposed to function normally
How was I supposed to function normally
Exactly.
Impossible.
I sat behind my desk trying very hard to focus on work instead of replaying the entire board meeting in my head for the fiftieth time.
Emails.
Contracts.
Schedules.
Singapore projections.
Anything productive.
Unfortunately my brain kept replaying:
“Yes. She does.”
And now I wanted to throw myself out the executive floor window.
Wonderful.
I groaned softly before dropping my forehead against the desk dramatically.
Then immediately—
my office door burst open so violently I almost died.
“Elena.”
I looked up in horror.
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