Elin'sPOV

I stayed where I was, half-concealed by the doorway of the break room, watching.

The restroom door opened, and Aaron stepped out. He looked impeccable as always—jacket perfectly tailored, tie straight, not a hair out of place. The kind of man who commanded attention without trying.

Linda's posture shifted instantly. She straightened, smoothing her skirt, her expression transforming into something coy and calculated.

Then, as Aaron walked past, she stumbled.

It was ...