Elena’s pov

The elevator doors slid shut, and for the first time all day, my shoulders finally dropped in exhaustion.

Monday had been hell and somehow, I still had the rest of the week to survive with Damien working with me.

Working for me.

It was nearly 7 PM, and I was only just leaving work. The lobby was nearly empty now.

I rubbed my temples as I walked, trying to ease the headache that had been drilling behind my eyes since the board meeting.

With Aunt Catherine in town for her ...