Riley’s POV
Early in the morning, the office buzzed around me, printers humming, distant chatter from the corridor, the occasional clack of heels. But I barely registered any of it.
My desk was a mess of flagged reports, half-finished notes, and a lukewarm coffee I hadn’t touched since it landed beside me.
"Then my phone buzzed. I glanced down. Aria."
Aria: Your livestream is still trending, girl. You absolutely blew up.
I’m coming this weekend. We’re drinking, gossiping, and you’re telling me everything.
A small, tired laugh slipped out. It felt real, filling my chest in a way I hadn’t felt in days. I leaned back in my chair, thumbs hovering over the screen for a second before I responded.
"Deal. Just no red wine on the couch. I like my furniture untraumatized."
She replied immedi
