Adriana’s POVI barely slept, and by morning my eyes were swollen, the kind of exhaustion that sits in your chest and makes every breath feel heavier. But work was the only thing I could control, so I focused on that while the memory of Zayn’s voice played quietly in the background of everything else.The Milan office tower rose in front of me, tall and bright, glass catching the early light in sharp angles, the kind of place where people made decisions quickly and expected everyone to keep up without excuses. I took one breath and walked inside, hoping the cold air had hidden the evidence of my night.The elevator ride was too quiet. I watched my reflection in the polished door and tried to see who I needed to be today. Hair pulled back, blazer buttoned, makeup soft but professional. No one would know I had been awake fighting tears until dawn.The reception area was clean and modern, full of soft lighting and polished surfaces. The woman at the front desk smiled and directed me towar
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