Marcello
An hour after Sienna left the office, I was still sitting behind my desk, trying my best to stay focused on the paperwork stacked in front of me.
The dark-covered contract she had signed sat to the side, a completed transaction, but the stack of supply manifests and reports demanding my signature remained untouched.
I stared at the lines of text printed on the page, the ink crisp and clear under the desk lamp, but none of it was registering.
No matter how hard I tried to force my brain to process the logistics, I couldn't shake her out of my thoughts. She was consuming my head, her presence lingering in the quiet room like a thick fog that wouldn't lift.
I shifted in my leather chair, the friction of my tailored trousers against the seat sounding loud in the silence. I fli
