(Julia POV)
I stood by my desk, the office humming around me. Sophie’s heels still echoed in my head, clicking sharp as she’d stormed into Andrew’s office minutes ago. “We need to talk about us, now,” she’d said, voice cutting through the door. I’d frozen mid-step, files in hand, pretending I hadn’t heard. Us? Her and Andrew? My stomach twisted, a pang I couldn’t name. I shook it off, setting the files down. None of my business. Not Sophie, not Andrew. Not yet.
I grabbed a stack of reports, heading for the copier down the hall. My shoes squeaked on the polished floor, too loud in the quiet. Luke was there already, leaning against the machine, punching buttons. He glanced up, flashing that grin. “Hey, Hart. Surviving?”
“Barely,” I said, managing a smile. My hands fidgeted with the paper
