Althea’s Pov
The day drifts by in a blur at the office - people moving, phones ringing, papers shuffling - while I fight to keep my focus.
Eros maintains his professional distance with military precision - brief meetings, documented requests, and no eye contact that lasts longer than necessary for business purposes. I tell myself it's easier this way- that clarity serves everyone else.
But as I pack up by the end of the day, I catch fragments of a conversation between Martha and Mary near the elevator bank.
"Sandra Frimpong came to meet Eros. Apparently, she and Eros have some history-"
"Really? I thought he didn't date anyone seriously-"
"This was different. She had that look, you know? Like she owns the place."
"Did she meet with him?"
"Conference room for about an hour. Whatever
