The next morning, Victor arrived at the office before the sun had fully risen. The building was still
wrapped in early dawn silence, but he was already seated at the small desk just outside Elara’s
office.
He had to impress her.
Dressed in a plain black suit, he sat upright, fingers interlocked, jaw tight with determination. For
the first time in years, he felt nervous walking into a workplace.
When Elara finally arrived, the hallway seemed to shift around her presence.
She looked confident. Untouchable. Stunning.
Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked past him.
Victor immediately stood.
“Good morning, ma’am.
”
She didn’t look at him.
Instead, she tossed her car keys at his chest. He barely caught them.
“My car needs detailing,
” she said coolly, al
