DAVE
I hadn’t stepped foot in my house since returning from the honeymoon. Yesterday, after leaving the pink-walled office of the lawyer, I was called to my own office to handle an emergency.
What I thought would be a quick matter stretched into a grueling marathon that consumed both the entire day and the entire night.
By the time the meeting was over, I felt so exhausted. I haven’t been home and I haven’t rested. Instead, I made do with a quick shower at the office and changed into a spare suit I always kept there for situations like this.
Earlier today, Zed, the personal security guard I assigned to Elara, informed me that she had resumed work.
I wasn’t surprised.
I couldn’t fault her for jumping back into work so soon—especially since I had done the same on the day we returned
