Aria POV
I curled up sideways on my couch with a bowl of pasta balanced carefully on my lap.
It was one of those quiet evenings where the world outside felt far away, like it belonged to somebody else who had their life more organized than mine.
The TV was on but I wasn’t really watching it.
My brain was still stuck on everything that had happened today.
My phone buzzed sharply on the small table beside me, bringing me back to reality.
I checked the screen to see who it was. I sighed before picking up.
“Hello,” I answered flatly.
“Aria,” Daniel’s voice came through immediately, business-first as usual. “I need an update on the hotel incident report.”
My fork paused mid-air.
I closed my eyes briefly. “What report?”
“The Rossi hotel situation,” he clarified. “You were on assignmen
