Elena noticed the phones first.
Not hers—everyone else’s.
Buzzing. Lighting up. Whispering behind hands.
Something had changed overnight.
And she could feel it.
By the time she reached her desk, her assistant was already standing there, looking nervous.
“Miss Elena… you might want to see this.”
She handed over a tablet.
A headline.
“MORETTI EMPIRE HEIR SPOTTED IN TENSE RELATIONSHIP WITH ASSISTANT — OFFICE POWER STRUGGLE OR ROMANCE?”
Elena froze.
Then scrolled.
Photos.
Her and Alessandro.
Too close.
Too many moments taken out of context.
Her stomach dropped slightly.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered.
But her voice didn’t sound as calm as she wanted.
Then the elevator doors opened.
And everything in the room shifted again.
Alessandro walked in.
One look at his face sa
