Third Person’s POV

The weekend is quiet, almost unnervingly so, in the penthouse. Elena has turned to her office for the day, her fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard, her mind focused on spreadsheets, contracts, and projections, while outside, the city carries on, oblivious to the small dramas unfolding on the top floor of a building she has called home for a few weeks. She doesn’t notice, and cannot possibly notice, the careful glances exchanged across her own living room by Dean and ...