Semua Bab To Love Again: Bab 131 - Bab 135

I should’ve left the office two hours ago. That had been the plan. But here I was, hunched over a desk that I was now coming to hate and reading the same document for the third time, and still not understanding what the hell I was looking at. I blinked. Now the words were swimming. Perfect. Just perfect.“Sir?” Alicia’s voice came softly from across the room. “The files for signature?”I glanced at her, then at the pile in front of me. “Leave them. I’ll go through it later.”“You’ve said that twice today.”I didn’t answer. I just leaned back, pinching the bridge of my nose.She shifted. “You need rest, sir.”“I need my fiancée back, Alicia.”Silence.I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. But maybe I did. Fiancee? I hadn't even asked her to marry me yet. God, there was so much that I hadn't told her. So much that we hadn't had the time for. Thinking of it now, I didn't think there was anyone else I could even consider spending the rest of my life with. She was it for me. I'd known

I walked into the office just before noon. The quiet hum of computers and muffled conversations filled the space. Alicia was already in my office, and her eyes flicked up when I stepped inside. She immediately stepped back from the desk.She blinked at me, that slight surprise clear on her face. “Good morning, Mr Kingston.” Her voice was cautious, polite. “I wasn't expecting you. I saw that you'd been here earlier and your files were sorted and stacked so I just thought…”"I'm here, Alicia. Send all the pending files from the last week to my desk. And set up new appointments to replace the ones that we cancelled.”"Yes, sir.” She said, nodding and hurrying out of the office. I dived straight into work. I sat bent over my computer for almost two hours before I leaned back and allowed my thoughts to wander away from the work for a short while. The office was busy but not overwhelming. Phones ringing, footsteps on the carpet, the occasional laugh in the distance. Life moving on without

I didn’t realize how fast my fingers were moving until I stopped typing long enough to stretch. My knuckles cracked, stiff and overworked. The screen in front of me showed just how hard I'd been working. Kingston Enterprise was in perfect sheoe. I didn't know how long I'd been working or what time it was now. 11:00pm or 3:00pm, what did it matter? It didn't matter how much time was going anymore. It was the work that mattered now. Only that. It had been weeks now since she'd been gone. I didn’t let myself count the exact days anymore because if I did, I might start unraveling, and unraveling wasn’t an option. So I worked. I worked like a madman. At first, it was just something to do while I waited for the police to update us, for some news, for Rissa to call and say, “Hey, sorry, long story, but I’m fine.” But when that didn’t happen, when the silence stretched from hours to days, I shifted. Working became my way of being present. I made sure I was always away from home. I didn't