✧ Ari’s POV ✧
The next week came faster than I expected. I had spent days trying to convince myself that working under Adrian Meyer wouldn’t be a problem. That I could handle seeing him every day without feeling like my heart would tear open from guilt. But the moment I stepped into that company again, wearing my cream blazer and holding my small brown file, I knew I had lied to myself.
The building looked even more breathtaking than before — glass walls that reflected the city skyline, soft-scented air, and people walking briskly in neatly pressed suits. It smelled like ambition and power. And I, with my trembling fingers and slightly nervous smile, was right in the middle of it.
The receptionist smiled when she saw me. “Miss Ari, Mr. Meyer is already inside with the other team members
