Emily’s POV
The morning had dragged on far too slowly.
No matter how much I tried to focus on my work, my thoughts kept wandering back to him—his words, his look, everything about that moment when I’d seen him in the hallway.
I’d tried to convince myself it was just a passing encounter, that I’d made it through the day without completely crumbling under the pressure. But it wasn’t working. Not really.
The day was already turning into one of those endless stretches where nothing seems to happen, but everything is happening all at once. That’s when the text came through.
“Sir Ethan would like you to meet him in the VVIP room for some shots. He’s waiting for you.”
The message was from Fiona, Ethan’s ever-efficient secretary. My stomach twisted at the sight of the name. I hadn’t expect
