Zack's POV
The elevator doors closed behind me, and for an instant, the soft hum of the city beyond the large windows vanished into stillness. My office was located on the 42nd floor, yet today it seemed even higher, as if I were hovering over a life that truly didn’t belong to me.
I placed my briefcase on the desk and allowed my gaze to drift over the Manhattan skyline. Individuals were bustling about like ants beneath. Significant gatherings. Relaxed brunch gatherings. Covert relationships. Existence, persistently moving on with or without consent.
Yet here I stood. Still caught up in the same situation I never intended to join.
Leena.
She had consistently been the incorrect type of correct. The girl you saw before anyone else entered. Her voice didn't insist on attention but it
