Lena’s POV
The building is quiet enough that I can hear the air-conditioning hum against the glass walls. The city outside glows like a restless heartbeat, but up here, everything is still—too still. It’s past nine. Everyone’s gone. Everyone but me and the endless rows of numbers flickering across my screen.
My eyes ache from the data columns. I blink, rub the bridge of my nose, and take another sip of stale coffee that tastes like burnt hope. The campaign analytics refuse to align. Every metric mocks me. And yet, this chaos is the only thing keeping me steady after days of feeling the floor tilt beneath me.
The glass doors open without a sound. I don’t have to look up. I already know the rhythm of his presence.
“Working late again.”
Sebastian’s voice slides through the silence—low, c
