It was just after 8 A.M. when Henry stepped into the office, the cool morning air clinging to his jacket as he closed the door behind him. His mind was a storm of thoughts, still reeling from everything that had transpired in the last few days. Annie’s fragile state, the tension with Catherina, the manipulations—everything felt like it was pulling him in too many directions. He needed to focus, needed to recalibrate, if he was going to make the right decisions moving forward.
Emilia was sitting at her desk when he entered, her slender figure hunched slightly as she scrolled through her phone, one hand absentmindedly tapping a pencil against her notepad. Her eyes flickered up when she saw him, but she didn’t immediately speak, instead continuing to nibble at the muffin on her desk, her pho
