Chapter Thirty: Wrapped in Hope
The morning sun filtered through the glass windows of the Kingsley building, casting golden patterns on the polished floors. Rachel Montemayor stepped out of the elevator with a soft smile, her heels clicking gently against the marble. The building was quiet in the early hour, but Rachel liked it that way—it gave her time to breathe before the chaos of the day began.
She entered the office, placed her bag and tumbler on her desk, and organized the day’s files. Then, with a slight tilt of her head, she walked toward Nathaniel’s door.
She knocked softly and entered without waiting for an answer—he never minded.
What she saw made her pause.
Nathaniel was seated at his desk, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly disheveled, eyes buried in documents. He looked...
