Elena's POV
Monday morning.
The floor of Knight Global Holdings was thick with the usual quiet tension that always accompanied a fresh week, but inside my chest, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Every step I took toward the executive suite felt weighed down by the quiet, dangerous suspicions that had kept me awake all weekend.
I stood outside Asher's office holding a stack of early-morning financial documents, my fingers gripping the heavy cardboard folder so tightly my knuckles turned white.
I took a steadying breath and knocked on the heavy wooden frame.
"Come in," his voice echoed from inside—deep, commandingly calm, and utterly unreadable.
I pushed the door open and entered.
He was standing near the massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the hazy city skyline. His su
