登入By the time the office finally emptied, my brain felt like it had been dragged across concrete.The overhead lights on our floor had dimmed automatically hours ago, leaving only the warmer desk lamps and the city glow bleeding through the windows. Amy sat across from me with her heels kicked off under the conference table while Ralph leaned back in his chair spinning a pen between his fingers like he had absolutely no responsibilities left in life.I envied him for it.“I’m serious,” Amy said, pointing at me with a fry she had stolen from the takeout container between us. “Your life is becoming a television show.”“It’s really not,” I muttered.“It really is,” Ralph replied immediately.I rubbed my forehead slowly. “Can we not do this tonight?”“No,” Amy said. “Because what do you mean your sister invited Liam to her wedding?”I dropped my head onto the table dramatically.Ralph laughed. “That reaction alone tells me this story has range.”“I’m surrounded by terrible people.
“You took your time,” I said, still typing.“I ran into someone.”I paused slightly at the sound of Elena’s voice. Then I finally looked up.She stood near the door with another coffee in her hand, looking entirely too relaxed for eight in the morning. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and she had that same warm expression she always carried, like life hadn’t spent years trying to sharpen her into something harder.Unlike me.I leaned back slightly in my chair. “Mm.”Then she smiled.“Your terrifying boss.”My fingers stopped moving instantly.I looked up fully this time. “You ran into Liam?”“Elena nodded casually as she walked deeper into the office. “In the elevator.”“And?”She took her time answering on purpose. I could tell immediately.“And he said hi first.”I narrowed my eyes. “That doesn’t sound like him.”“He remembered my name too.”“That definitely doesn’t sound like him.”Elena laughed softly and sat down across from me like she owned the place now. “You are so
“Good morning, sir.”I nodded absently at the greetings while loosening my grip on the umbrella in my other hand. Then I looked up at the reception desk and stopped walking.Elena.She stood near the front desk holding a paper coffee cup with both hands, dressed in a cream-colored coat that made her stand out immediately against the sea of dark suits moving through the lobby. She looked comfortable everywhere in a way Nina never did. Softer. Easier.For a second, she didn’t notice me.Then her eyes lifted.Recognition flashed across her face almost immediately.“Elena, right?”She blinked like she hadn’t expected me to remember.“Uh… yes.”I slipped my phone into my pocket. “Good morning.”There was the slightest hesitation before she answered.“Good morning.”Up close, the resemblance between her and Nina became sharper around the eyes and mouth, but the energy was completely different. Elena wore openness naturally. Nina wore distance like armour.I glanced toward the elevators. “Wa
There was absolutely nothing in my kitchen except half a bottle of water, expired yoghurt, and a lemon that looked like it had been through emotional trauma.Elena stood in front of my open fridge, both hands on her hips, staring into it as if she were personally offended.“Nina,” she said slowly, “do you eat?”I walked past her toward the coffee machine. “That’s a very dramatic question.”“You have condiments and regret in here.”“I’ve been busy.”“You have mustard packets from restaurants.”“They were free.”She turned to look at me with genuine concern. “You live like a divorced raccoon.”I snorted despite myself and grabbed a mug from the cabinet. “Wow. That felt personal.”“It was meant to.”She shut the fridge and leaned against the counter while I poured coffee into my cup.“So what’s the plan for lunch?” she asked.“I was thinking maybe delivery.”“No.”I looked up. “No?”“No,” she repeated firmly. “You’re taking me to the diner.”I nearly choked on my coffee.“The diner?”“Ye
I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stepped back into my office, already bracing myself for silence or normalcy or something vaguely close to order.Instead, I stopped mid-step.“Oh my heavens. You’re still here?!”My voice came out sharper than intended, half disbelief, half exhaustion I didn’t bother hiding. Amy flinched slightly. Ralph looked like he wished he could physically merge with his chair.Liam didn’t move.He was standing exactly where I left him, like he had decided the room belonged to him now. His posture was controlled, but there was nothing relaxed about the way he turned fully toward me the second I spoke. His eyes didn’t even flicker away from mine long enough to acknowledge I’d just walked in with sarcasm as my only weapon.Amy slowly closed the folder in front of her. Ralph stopped pretending to scroll on his laptop.Liam spoke first.“Kevin’s presence in this office after hours is inappropriate.”I blinked once, then let out a short breath through my nos
The silence after Liam’s question felt sharp enough to cut through skin.“Who the hell are you?”Kevin stood still near the conference table, one hand loosely holding his drink while the other rested casually in his pocket. Compared to Liam’s rigid posture, he looked almost relaxed.Almost.I could already see the tension gathering behind his eyes.Amy slowly lowered a fry back into the carton like sudden movements might get her killed.Ralph looked between the two men with the expression of someone watching a car accident unfold in slow motion.Kevin recovered first.He stepped forward slightly and extended his hand toward Liam. “Kevin. Friend of Nina’s. I live nearby.”Liam looked at the offered hand.Then, they deliberately ignored it.The air in the room shifted immediately.Kevin lowered his hand slowly, amusement flickering briefly across his face before disappearing completely.Liam’s gaze moved to me instead. “Why is a stranger wandering around a private office floor after hou







