★Cassandra★
The week had been a blur of deadlines, meetings, and endless revisions. Every time I thought I was caught up, another task landed on my desk. The campaign was moving faster than expected, and between LuxeLine’s internal meetings and the coordination with Grant & Co., I barely had time to breathe. Still, I couldn’t complain. The pace suited me. I liked the rhythm of my days now. The early mornings, the late nights, the quiet moments in between when I could look out the window of my office and see the city lights stretching toward the horizon. I liked the challenge. The responsibility. The sense that I was finally doing something that mattered. But by Friday afternoon, even I had to admit I needed a break. Eli had been hinting all week that we should grab dinner, and right now,
