Elena's POV
Maya's words had been stuck in my head for three days now, playing on repeat every time I tried to focus on anything else.
It was Friday now and I sat at my desk, staring at my computer screen, the quarterly reports blurring together into meaningless numbers.
My fingers drummed against the desk, restless, anxious.
I couldn't stop thinking about Damien. I tried to focus on the report on my screen, but I failed every single time, before I finally gave up.
I opened my email and started typing before I could talk myself out of it.
To: Damien Blackwell
Subject: (blank)
Can you come up to my office when you have a moment?
I read it three times, my cursor hovering over the send button. It was simple and professional, nothing that would make him think I was asking him up here
