Emily
The next morning, I somehow managed to pull myself together.
It wasn’t easy. My eyes were swollen despite the cold compress I’d pressed against them earlier, and my chest still carried that dull, lingering ache. But life had the annoying habit of continuing whether you were emotionally wrecked or not.
And right now, I had work.
A major project deadline was approaching, which meant the office was in complete chaos.
Phones ringing.
People rushing between desks.
Design boards covering almost every surface.
Even Amy—who normally snapped at the smallest mistakes—was too busy to waste energy scolding anyone properly. Instead, she barked quick orders while simultaneously reviewing layouts and typing emails.
“Emily, revise the lighting concept for the west hall.”
“Jason, that mater
