Mag-log inElena had made her decision. The only thing left was to act on it.She stood outside Adrian’s office with a folder tucked against her chest, listening to the familiar sounds of the floor. Phones rang. People moved between desks. Somewhere behind her, Ethan laughed at something a colleague said.She could have waited until later.Instead, she knocked.“Come in.”Adrian looked up from his laptop. “Elena.”“I’m not here about work.”His attention shifted fully to her. “All right.”She closed the door and walked toward his desk. She had rehearsed what she wanted to say on the way up, but standing in front of him made the words feel unnecessarily formal.“I’ve been thinking about our conversation.”“Which one?”“The one where you said you’d wait for my choice.”Adrian leaned back slightly. “And?”“I’ve made it.”He didn’t interrupt.Elena set the folder on the edge of his desk, more to give her hands something to do than because he needed it.“I want to see where this goes,” she said. “Not
Elena had spent the entire morning avoiding one particular thought.It followed her through the elevator, sat beside her during the department briefing, and waited patiently whenever she opened her laptop.Adrian Wolfe.More specifically, what had happened between them.She had nearly kissed him. He had nearly kissed her. And somehow, the fact that neither of them had completed the mistake made it worse.At eleven, Melissa Grant called her into the Strategic Planning office.“Come in, Elena. Have a seat.”Elena entered with her notebook, expecting another discussion about the Chicago reports. Instead, Melissa handed her a folder.“Your transfer has been approved.”Elena looked up. “Already?”“Effective Monday. Your grade and salary remain unchanged. You’ll join my team officially, and I’ll be responsible for your performance reviews.”She opened the folder and read the letter carefully.The decision she had wanted for weeks was finally in her hands.“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciat
Elena arrived at Wolfe Global at seven forty-five.She had barely slept. Adrian’s message had kept her awake longer than she wanted to admit, and the HR response had made everything feel more serious.At eight exactly, she knocked on his office door.“Come in.”Adrian was seated behind his desk. A folder lay open before him, but his attention shifted to her the moment she entered.“Good morning, sir.”“Good morning. Sit down.”Elena took the chair opposite him.Adrian closed the folder.“I received a notification from Human Resources yesterday.”Her fingers tightened around her bag.“Yes, sir.”“You requested a transfer.”“Yes.”“Why?”Elena had prepared an answer. She had rehearsed it twice before leaving home.“I believe another department would be better for my professional development.”Adrian studied her.“Your current position has been good for your development.”“I know.”“Your performance has been excellent.”“Thank you.”“Then why leave?”Elena looked at him.“Because I think
Elena stood beside the cab, Adrian’s question still ringing in her ears.If I asked you again, without the title and the office between us, would you still say no?She had wanted him to ask.That was the problem.“Miss Hart?” Adrian said through the phone.Elena swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.”“You don’t have to answer tonight.”“But you asked.”“I did.”She looked toward the glass entrance of Wolfe Global, where employees were still moving through the lobby. “Sir, I think we should keep things as they are.”“Because I’m your employer?”“Because you’re my employer. Because this is my job. And because I don’t know what you want from me.”Adrian went quiet.“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” he said finally.“I don’t. I just…” She searched for the right words. “I respect you. I care about you. But I don’t want to make a decision that could affect my work or my future.”“I understand.”His answer was calm. Too calm.“Good night, sir.”“Good night, Elena.”The use of her name ma
Elena arrived fifteen minutes before the training session.Adrian’s message had been on her mind since the previous evening. She had considered asking Ethan what it meant, but his last response had only made her more curious.That’s not what I’m worried about.She knocked on Adrian’s office door.“Come in.”Adrian stood behind his desk, reviewing a document. He looked up when she entered.“Good morning, sir.”“Good morning. You’re early.”“You asked me to see you before the training.”He closed the document.“Yes. Sit down.”Elena took the chair opposite him.Adrian remained standing for a moment before moving around the desk. He stopped beside the window, then turned toward her.“I wanted to discuss yesterday’s session.”“The implementation meeting?”“Yes.”Elena waited.“You handled it well,” he said. “The training assignment is yours. I expect you to lead it confidently.”“Thank you, sir.”“You don’t need to be nervous.”“I wasn’t nervous.”Adrian raised an eyebrow.She smiled. “No
Had she eaten?It was an ordinary question. He could have asked it without making anything of it. Yet he had stopped himself as though the words carried a meaning he wasn’t prepared to explain.Adrian returned to his office.His assistant stood as he entered. “Sir, Mr. Cole is waiting for you.”“Send him in.”Ethan came through the door carrying two takeaway cups. He placed one on Adrian’s desk.“Coffee.”“I didn’t ask for any.”“You looked like you needed it.”Adrian glanced at the cup. “What do you want?”“To see whether you’re actually back to work or only pretending.”“I’ve been working.”“Your assistant says you’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes.”Adrian looked at the report in front of him.Ethan pulled out a chair. “So, what’s wrong?”“Nothing.”“That’s your favorite answer.”“Then stop asking.”Ethan leaned forward. “Did you just watch Elena leave?”Adrian’s expression changed.“Why would I?”“Because I saw you standing in the corridor after the elevator closed.







