cove pov
I loosened my tie, the silk slipping smoothly through my fingers, but as my hand brushed against my collar, a sickening jolt of memory hit me. The office. The dim light. The suffocating proximity of my personal assistant, Sharon, as she leaned over me, her breath hot against my face while I tried to clear a speck of debris from her eye. The sudden, terrifying creak of the door opening. Katrina’s face—pale, shocked, and fracturing into a thousand pieces—before she turned on her heel and vanished.
I hadn't run after her. Not because I didn't care, but because the sheer guilt of how the scene looked had paralyzed me. By the time I gathered my senses, the private elevator was already descending.
I walked deeper into the house, the silence wrapping around me like a cold shroud. I w
