ANABEL’S POV
Today was my first day at the office, and it wasn’t really the way I’d expected it to be. My office was small, barely big enough to fit the desk and the single filing cabinet crammed into the corner beside it, but it was mine. After weeks of feeling like a burden taking up space on Chloe’s couch, even four small walls and a door that actually closed felt like more than I’d had in a long time.
I ran my hand along the edge of the desk for a moment before sitting down, letting myself truly absorb the reality of it.
An office. A real job.
Something that wasn’t the lounge, wasn’t Miles’s money, wasn’t anyone doing me a favor out of guilt or obligation. I’d take this over anything else. Over sitting uselessly at Chloe’s place, scrolling through job listings that never called bac
