Elena's POV

"Oh God, what time is it?"

I looked up from the document I'd been staring at for the past two hours, and my stomach dropped when I noticed the light outside.

Sunlight.

Actual morning sunlight streaming through the office windows, illuminating the mess of papers scattered across my desk.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time.

Six forty-five in the morning.

"No, no, no," I muttered, dropping my head into my hands.

"What's wrong?" Damien asked from across the desk.

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