The office was nearly silent that night. Most of the staff had gone home, leaving only the faint hum of air conditioning and the distant sound of traffic below. Adam sat at his desk, papers spread out before him, though he could barely focus on the words.
It was almost eight when Emily arrived. She walked in quietly, her heels tapping lightly on the marble floor. She wore a simple black dress, nothing flashy, but the sight of her made his pulse quicken all the same.
“You’re still here,” she said softly, setting her purse on the side table.
“Mr. Johnson told me you’d be joining,” Adam replied, forcing his voice to sound calm.
Emily nodded, avoiding his eyes. “He reminded me twice before I left. I think he wants to make sure I
