ATLAS' POV
The hallway was quiet except for the sound of my boots against the floor.
Behind me, I could hear the soft click of heels following at a measured pace.
Selene.
She never walked too close, never too far — just enough to remind me she was there.
When I reached my office, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Moving behind the desk, I sank into the high-backed chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me.
Selene followed in silence, the rustle of her dress brushing against the floor. “You didn’t wait for me,” she said lightly, closing the door behind her. “You walk too fast for a lady, Atlas.”
“I walk at my pace,” I replied, reaching for the folder lying on my desk. “You can keep up when you need to.”
She smiled faintly, moving closer. “I always do.”
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