Ethan’s POV
The hum of the office felt louder than usual, like the place itself was mocking me for showing up in this state.
I’d barely slept after the fundraiser. My body had collapsed into the mattress, but my mind hadn’t stopped replaying the night, the way Dominic’s presence had steadied me when the whispers and stares threatened to undo me.
I should’ve felt proud of myself for surviving it. Instead, I felt exposed. Like the moment I stepped into this building, everyone would somehow know.
I’d barely set my bag down on the desk when a voice I knew too well coiled through me like smoke.
“Looks like you’ve finally made it.”
I turned slowly. Clara.
She was perched on the corner of my desk, casual as you please, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her red nails drumming agai
