Emily
Adrian was still busy by the time I wrapped up my work.
Daniel had passed by twice with updates, and each time I caught a glimpse of Adrian through the glass walls of the conference room — sleeves rolled slightly, expression sharp, attention fixed.
He had been busy these days.
More than usual.
And I wasn’t going to risk going to his office again.
Not after this morning.
Not after Nathan.
The memory alone was enough to keep me firmly in my department until closing time.
When work finally ended, I lingered for a few minutes before leaving. I hadn’t been home since Sunday.
Not that my father would notice.
Or that my stepmother had any room for me in her thoughts.
Still… it wasn’t polite to disappear for days without explanation.
I always tried to create excuses when I staye
