Emily’s POV
The office was alive with its usual rhythm: the clicking of keyboards, the hum of muted conversations, and the occasional ringing phone cutting through the air.
I stepped through the main entrance, offering polite smiles and nods to a few colleagues. My mind, however, was preoccupied, tangled up in the events of the morning.
Reuben’s words still echoed in my head, a puzzle I couldn’t quite piece together. Ask Ethan. And if he doesn’t tell you, come to me. What did he mean by that?
The idea that there might be something Ethan was keeping from me—it made my stomach twist uncomfortably.
Still, I knew I couldn’t let it consume me. Not here, not at work. I needed to focus.
My first instinct was to go straight to Ethan’s office. If he’d been calling me so persistently last ni
