Elena's pov
"Morning, Ms. Sterling."
I nodded at the security guard as I walked through the lobby, my heels clicking against the marble floor.
"Morning."
People smiled at me as I passed, called out greetings, going about their usual routines.
Everything felt… monotonous.
The past two days had been like that, just going through the motions. Showing up, doing the work, pretending everything was fine.
I stepped into the elevator and pulled out my phone as the doors slid shut.
No new messages, no missed calls.
I stared at the screen, waiting for something, anything to appear. Nothing did.
Damien had been calling and texting constantly since Sunday, message after message, call after call, trying to explain.
Monday he sent twelve texts.
Tuesday, fifteen more and three calls.
But to
