Adrian’s Point Of View
The hum of my office was familiar, a dull background noise to the weight of my thoughts. I was staring at the polished surface of my desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheets in front of me, but Emma’s laugh kept replaying in my mind. It was both a comfort and a distraction, a reminder of the good things in my life that I couldn’t afford to lose.
“Sir?”
Gabrielle’s voice pulled me from my reverie. My assistant stood in the doorway, holding her ever-present notepad. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for acknowledgment.
“Come in,” I said, sitting up straighter and attempting to shove my wandering thoughts aside.
She approached with her usual efficiency, placing the notepad in front of me. “Here’s your schedule for today,” she said, rattling off meetings, calls
