Emma’s Point Of View
The atmosphere in Adrian’s office was suffocating, a mix of tension, exhaustion, and unspoken words pressing against my chest. The past three days had been a blur of chaos and unanswered questions since we returned from our vacation. Adrian had buried himself in work, desperate to uncover how our 3D Mega Project ended up in the hands of Rivera and Sons.
Standing before him now, I couldn’t help but notice how worn out he looked. His tie hung loosely around his neck, his usually sharp suit wrinkled. Papers were strewn across his desk in a haphazard mess that mirrored the turmoil in his mind. His hand ruffled through his hair in frustration, and I wanted so badly to reach out and soothe him.
“Adrian,” I began hesitantly, my voice soft as if afraid to break him further,
