Third Person's POV"Fine," Mortimer said after a beat. "We'll do both. Run both programs. Tell the staff that the weekend retreat is optional, but anyone who shows up gets double pay.""Consider it done," Tade said, making a quick exit.Once he was alone, Mortimer stared at the paperwork on his desk, but his mind was already miles away.He picked up his phone and opened Seraphina's profile.The last message in their history was still that ugly exchange from the night she came home late, smelling like another man's cologne.He started typing, deleted it, tried again, and cursed. Everything he wrote sounded stiff. Artificial.Frustrated, he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.The storm had finally broken. The air looked crisp, the sky a sharp, electric blue.Giant white clouds were drifting by, morphing into jagged shapes.He'd never been the type to stare at the sky, but now, he saw the appeal.It clicked. This was why Seraphina used to spam his phone with pictures of cl
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