Elle’s POV
By Thursday, things had shifted. Just a little, but enough for me to notice. Jordan wasn’t looking at Victoria the same way anymore. His voice, his eyes, something had changed. It wasn’t distrust yet, but it was the beginning of it. And that was exactly what I wanted.
I didn’t rush it. That’s not how you win.
That morning I went to work early again. The office smelled of new coffee and cleaning spray. A normal day for everyone else, but not for me. I had a plan, not to destroy, not yet, just to make him start thinking. Once a man starts thinking, he starts seeing.
Jordan came in around eight-thirty, looking tired. His tie was loose; his phone was glued to his hand. I waited by the copier until he looked up and saw me.
“Morning, sir,” I said, keeping my tone light.
He nodde
