Zoey’s POV
Rain lingered over the city all afternoon, turning the windows of Christian’s office into blurred gray mirrors, soft thunder rolled somewhere in the distance while stacks of files and printed reports covered the long conference table between us.
At this point, I had spent so many hours inside Christian Bellucci’s office that it no longer intimidated me the way it used to.
The silence between us had changed too, a few weeks ago, silence around him felt sharp and controlled but now it felt different, it was familiar, like we’ve gotten used to each other’s presence.
I sat curled slightly into one of the leather chairs, reading through another report connected to Adrian’s financial records while rubbing tiredness from my eyes.
Nothing about the last few days had felt emotional
