Elena's POV

The morning after the restaurant, I told myself I wouldn't care.

I told myself I'd walk into the office, smile, and handle the day like it was any other.

But the moment I stepped into the building and saw them - Damian at his desk, Rachael standing beside him with a stack of files - I felt the lie unravel.

They were too close.

Not inappropriate, not yet, but close enough that it looked like comfort. Like habit.

"Good morning, Ms. Grant," Rachael greeted, polite, professional, not ...