It took him exactly one week to show up.
I was in my new office, four times the size of his and overlooking the ocean, when my assistant called. "Ms. Yenford, a Mr. Cromwell is here. He doesn't have an appointment."
"Send him in," I said, leaning back in my leather chair.
Julian came in with unwashed hair, bloodshot eyes, and a wrinkled thousand-dollar suit. It looked slept in.
He held wilting red roses. A small velvet box sat among the stems.
"Serena." He looked past me at the floor-to-ceiling windows and polished glass. "This is your office?"
"I was wrong. I was a fool. An i***t. I fired Chloe. She's gone. It's over. It was always you."
He offered me the bouquet. "I got distracted. I lost my way. This mess showed me what I lost. I can't live without you."
He kept the roses extend
