Dex drummed his fingers slowly on the polished surface of the conference table, barely paying attention to the presentation Elena was giving. She stood by the board across from him, with perfect posture, her tablet in hand as she read through a list of upcoming deals and logistics in a flat, monotone voice. Her tone was professional and almost robotic, as always, but Dex could feel the distance between them like a wall. They hadn’t been back to their old ways since the incident. She was still acting strangely distant, quieter than usual, avoiding eye contact, speaking only when necessary. He hadn’t confronted her about setting up the meeting with Julian yet. He was saving that for the right moment, letting the tension simmer. He knew she was waiting for him to bring it up, which kept her on edge. And honestly, that small bit of control felt good amid the chaos. But none of that really bothered him right now. What truly gnawed at him was Elian. True, Elian had come back to the pen
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