YELENA

The moment Tristan stepped into my office the next day, I was already on my feet.

I didn’t even know how it happened. One second I was sitting, the next I was standing, as if my body had decided before my brain caught up. I had unblocked him and messaged him. Told him to come. And just like always, he didn’t waste time.

Typical Tristan.

I grabbed the flowers from the vase before he could even say my name.

Then I hit him with them.

Right on his chest.

Again.

And again.

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