The morning after the gala felt heavy. The office was quiet, too quiet for a Monday. Conversations were hushed, keyboards clicked in rhythm, and yet all Adam could hear was the sound of her voice from last night.
“Then smile. Pretend it’s just a dance.”
He tried to focus on his reports, but his thoughts refused to listen. Every time he blinked, he saw the silver of her dress, the faint smile on her lips, and the flicker of warning in her eyes when Mr. Johnson had stepped outside.
She was afraid. He knew that look now.
Adam rubbed his forehead, trying to shake the image away. He shouldn’t think about her here. Not at work. Not in this building that belonged to her husband.
“Rough night?”
The voice startled him. It was Clara, his assistant, h
