ELENA'S POV

The first text came at exactly eight forty-seven on Monday morning while I was still in the elevator heading up to my floor.

Not from Caleb.

From Patricia.

Patricia: Good morning, Ms. Sterling. I’ve sent today’s schedule. Mr. Hughes is already waiting outside your office.

I frowned, opening the attachment.

Seven items. Three marked urgent.

It wasn’t even nine yet.

By the time the elevator doors opened, I was already scrolling through the list while walking toward my ...