Elena’s pov

Adrian and I were still arguing about the meeting when we walked into my office.

“You could have let me finish,” he said, closing the door behind us.

“You had finished.”

“I was taking a breath.”

“An unnecessarily long one.”

He gave me a look as I walked around my desk, clearly deciding whether I was worth responding to.

I smiled and reached for the glass of water Patricia left for me earlier. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“For what?”

“For saving ...