Betty's POV
I sat at my desk, sorting through Alex's files one by one, carefully placing them in order of priority and urgency.
His office was eerily quiet except for the sound of papers rustling under my fingers.
Which was usual, unlike outside his office which was usually lovely, buzzing with gossip, laughter, and sometimes complaints from people who think they're being asked to do more than they can.
On some days, I loved the noise, and being around them, but on some days like this, I enjoyed the silence as well, and the solace that comes with it.
The air conditioner hummed softly in the background, and the faint scent of coffee I had brewed earlier, lingered in the air. The large windows behind me let in a streak of sunlight, making the room feel warm and lively.
Ever since Alex
