Emma sat behind her desk, her fingers moving quickly over the papers in front of her.
She was trying to wrap up some last-minute work, but her mind kept drifting back to the message she had received earlier that morning.
From him.
Ethan.
She had read and reread his message, trying to decode what exactly he meant.
His words had been playful yet strangely serious.
And now, here she was, sitting in her office, thinking about him instead of focusing on her tasks.
With a sigh, she pushed the thoughts aside and picked up another document, determined to finish her work. But then—
Ding!
The elevator doors slid open.
Emma barely looked up—she was used to people coming and going.
But then, she heard footsteps.
Slow. Purposeful.
Something about the sound made her stomach twist.
She f
