Juniper's Pov
The soft hum of my laptop fills the quiet office space, blending with the faint tapping of my fingers against the keyboard. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, casting golden streaks across my desk, but the warmth does little to ease the tension in my chest.
I’ve been burying myself in work all morning, responding to client inquiries, reviewing event proposals, and updating schedules. Anything to keep my mind occupied and away from the gnawing worry about Theodore’s search for Chris. Yet, no matter how much I try to focus, the uncertainty keeps creeping in, like a shadow I can’t outrun.
I pause for a moment, staring blankly at my screen. My inbox is full, as always, with flagged emails demanding my attention. I click on one from a client confirming the final d
