Elena’s pov
It had been three days since I last saw Damien, and the city was already easing into its final work week before Christmas.
"Elena, you do realize you're basically the boss now, right? I don't get why you're still going to work.”
Adrian's voice crackled through my car speakers as I sat in traffic, watching a group of workers hang giant snowflakes from streetlights.
"I'm still on probation," I said, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, "I'm not giving Catherine any excuse to act funny."
Maya's laugh came through the line.
"She's going to act funny regardless, that woman lives for drama."
I smiled despite myself, the traffic inching forward slowly.
Christmas lights twinkled from every storefront, wreaths hung on doors, and the entire city felt like it was winding dow
