Elena’s pov

I grabbed the pen tightly, staring at the contract that could rip Damien's life off everything he has built and I was the one who wrote it.

By 7 AM on Tuesday morning, the city felt so big and large.

I stood in my office, by the glass window staring down at the cars as sped by. Everyone looked so small from up here. It was already 30 minutes into my work day as I sipped my coffee.

Today was the day Damien would sign away everything to me. His company. His pride. Everything. ...