Elena’s POV
"You got my email."
The words came out breathless, and I hated how small my voice sounded.
I stood up quickly, my chair rolling back and hitting the window behind me. The desk was between us, a barrier that suddenly felt both necessary and ridiculous.
The building was empty now, I could feel it in the way the lights had dimmed automatically as people left for the day.
Patricia was gone, her desk dark when I'd glanced out earlier.
It was just us.
Damien didn't say anything, he just watched me with that steady gaze that made my skin feel tight.
I grabbed a file from my desk, flipping it open even though I had no idea what was in it.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about the quarterly probation updates," I said, my words coming out too fast, "The meeting today went wel
