Raina’s POV
The deal was set.
Clean. Controlled. Measured.
One month.
It sounded simple when spoken out loud.
Like a clause in a contract.
Like something that could be contained.
But life didn’t pause to acknowledge it.
It didn’t dim the lights or soften the edges.
It just… kept moving.
And so did I.
Monday arrived without ceremony.
No emotional weight.
No hesitation.
Just time, marching forward like it always does.
Unbothered by human decisions.
At exactly 6:50 a.m., I stepped into the executive wellness suite on the 38th floor of Grant Global.
Glass walls.
Steel edges.
Muted tones designed to soothe people who never truly rested.
This wasn’t a hospital.
It wasn’t even a proper clinic.
It was a curated space.
A polished extension of Harrison Grant’s empire, built fo
