Serena's Pov
I was buried in reports when my office door opened. I didn’t even bother looking up. I knew that walk, that quiet confidence. Only one man entered a room like he owned it; Adrien.
“Serena,” his voice carried that mix of calmness and command.
I sighed, still scanning the screen. “If you’ve come with bad news, save it." I’m not in the mood.”
“Not bad news,” he said in a calm tone. “Actually, no news at all." That’s the problem.”
I looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Explain.”
Adrien walked closer, setting a small envelope on my desk. “Open it.”
I frowned but did as he asked. Inside were two plane tickets to Barcelona, tonight.
I blinked. “Barcelona? Are you serious?”
“Completely.” His expression didn’t waver. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone, fighting fires that a
