Sleep became a stranger to Adam.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Emily’s face in the dim light of that hotel room, her lips trembling when she said it can never happen again, and the way her hand lingered on the door before she left.
He told himself to focus on work, but every document he read blurred into her name. Every meeting with Mr. Johnson felt like walking through a storm, smiling while thunder roared inside him.
The guilt was constant. Heavy. But beneath it, something darker throbbed, a hunger he couldn’t silence.
He tried avoiding her. For three days, he didn’t go near her office. Didn’t text. Didn’t call. But on the fourth morning, he caught sight of her through the glass wall of the conference room.
She was laughing
