Olivia’s POV

I sprawled across my bed, boredom weighing heavily on me. I’d just returned from a long day at work, and though the day had been eventful, I felt restless. My mind wandered back to earlier, replaying a moment from the office.

“You don’t need to be here, you know, Elliott,” Henry had said to his brother, a hint of amusement in his voice. We were touring the creative department at W.J.’s headquarters, where my team and I were observing their design process to better ...