ELLE'S POV
I replied, “Deal,” as I left the house and reached for the door.
Once outside, the cold air was brisk against my skin.
In my last glance back, I saw that my wife was my anchor, my reason, and the promise that I made—a blend of motivations deeply personal.
I was met at the desk by a warm receptionist, confirming my name with a pleasant, polite, and professional demeanor. As she was getting up from her desk, she mentioned that she would walk me upstairs—better from her point of view as she wouldn’t have to go back to her desk.
The King Enterprise lobby was already enormous, and the receptionist was briskly walking ahead of me to the elevator, her heels echoing each step on the shiny-smooth marble floor. There was an undeniable heaviness to the building, as if the walls them
