Actions Speak Louder

The day passed slower than usual.

Leona’s morning had been steady, meetings, reports, calls, but her mind wasn’t entirely there. Every time she paused, her thoughts flicked back to Dorian’s face that morning, the nerve he had to show up at her company like he owned the place.

She’d told him off, stood her ground, and yet… the encounter left a strange taste in her mouth. Not regret... just exhaustion.

By mid-afternoon, she’d lost count of how many times she’d sighed. Dana, had noticed but wisely said nothing, just brought her coffee with quiet efficiency.

Now the office was dimming. The last rays of sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting faint golden lines across the dark wood of her desk.

Leona leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temple gently. Her computer screen glowed with unread emails, but she didn’t move to answer any.

Her phone sat beside her... silent.

And for some reason, that silence bothered her more than she wanted to admit.

She hadn’t heard from Adrian all day. N