The elevator ride to the upper floors of Lyric Industries was unusually quiet.
Amelia stood near the mirrored wall, fingers clasped around the strap of her bag, her reflection staring back at her with too much clarity. She could feel Ethan beside her without looking at him—the weight of his presence, steady and overwhelming in a way she still hadn’t found words for.
Ever since the meeting earlier that day, something had shifted.
She wasn’t sure what it was exactly. Nothing obvious had happened. No raised voices. No dramatic revelation. And yet, the air between them felt tighter, charged with an awareness that hadn’t been there before.
The elevator chimed softly as it climbed.
Ethan’s jaw was set, his gaze fixed forward. To anyone else, he looked like the same composed CEO he always wa
