Zayne POV
I disliked the silence of my office. It was too large, too high up, and the acoustic paneling made the room sound like it was swallowed up. Usually, I enjoyed the quiet, the isolation that let me focus on the financial spreadsheets and acquisition proposals that defined my world. But today, the silence was an echo. It amplified the low, irritating hum of a nervous anticipation I hadn't felt since I was a teenager waiting for a grade on a critical exam and it was because of her.
I was at my desk by 7:30 a.m. The entire executive floor was empty. The glass walls of my office offered a panoramic view of the waking city, but I wasn't seeing the buildings or the rising sun. I was looking at the door, waiting for a simple, two-tap knock.
I told myself I was simply being sensible. Sk
