Emma’s POV
The day began like any other, filled with the hum of keyboards and the soft murmur of coworkers exchanging pleasantries and my desk was its usual mess, a sea of sticky notes, contracts, and a half-empty coffee mug that I kept forgetting to refill.
The normalcy of it all was a comfort, a break from the storm that had reentered my life just days ago.
I was in the middle of reviewing a financial report when the intercom on my desk buzzed, I jumped slightly, startled out of my focus.
“Emma, this is Mr. Carter, please come to my office.” His tone was clipped, and professional but laced with something else.
Urgency, perhaps?
I pressed the button to respond, “Of course sir. I’ll be there in a moment.”
Hanging up, I quickly saved my work and grabbed a notepad, just in case he nee
