Chapter 111⁓ I Couldn't Possibly Miss Him

Elena’s Point’s Of View

The office was quiet now, the hum of the city outside muted by the thick glass windows, the only sound the scratch of my pen against paper as I signed the last of the documents. My hand ached, my back screamed in protest, but there was a strange, satisfying burn in my muscles… the kind that came from doing something, from building something, from proving to myself that I was still standing.

"Jeezzz, this is hell," I muttered under my breath, stretching my fingers before flipping to the next page. "But a good hell.”

The words were a mantra, a reminder that this was what I’d fought for. The late nights, the endless paperwork, the weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders. It was exhausting. It was mine.

I bent over the table, my blazer draped over the back of my chair, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows. The lamplight cast long shadows across the desk, the glow warm against my skin as I scrawled my signature with practiced precision. Each stroke of th