Elena's POV
"Oh God, what time is it?"
I looked up from the document I'd been staring at for the past two hours, and my stomach dropped when I noticed the light outside.
Sunlight.
Actual morning sunlight streaming through the office windows, illuminating the mess of papers scattered across my desk.
I grabbed my phone and checked the time.
Six forty-five in the morning.
"No, no, no," I muttered, dropping my head into my hands.
"What's wrong?" Damien asked from across the desk.
“The twenty-four hours are almost up,” I said, lifting my head just enough to speak, my voice cracking. “Adrian’s going to have to sign Catherine’s clause in a few hours, and I still have nothing.”
I groaned out loud, saying it out made it too real.
I failed. I spent the entire night searching for a soluti
