Elena’s POV
“You’re late, Elena,” Taylor says the moment I walk into the studio.
My chest is still tight from the café. From Daniel. From whatever truth he claimed to have about Adrian. He never got the chance to say it because I panicked and ran.
“I’m so sorry,” I say quickly as I drop my bag on the nearest chair. “I wasn’t home when you called. I was with someone.”
Taylor crosses his arms. The irritation on his face slowly shifts into concern. “Who made you late for your shoot? You know this is not professional. You cannot put these deals at risk.” He pauses and narrows his eyes. “Please tell me this has nothing to do with Andre.”
“What? No. Absolutely not,” I say, my voice sharper than I intend. “I told you I deleted everything related to him after last time.”
“Then who is it?”
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