Elena’s POVThe envelope landed on Elena’s desk at 8:17 in the morning.No sender.No return address.Just her name printed across the front in black ink.ELENA LAURENT.She stared at it for several seconds before touching it.After everything that had happened, the blackmailer, the threats, the photograph of Adrian, the secret alliance, they had finally reached a fragile understanding.She had agreed to work with him.Not forgive him.Not forget their divorce.Not pretend the years of betrayal and pain had never happened.But she had trusted him enough to stand beside him.And now there was an envelope sitting on her desk that made her instincts scream.Her fingers tightened around the edge.“Don't open it.”Elena looked up.Adrian stood in the doorway.His tie was loosened, his dark hair slightly disordered, and there was a tension in his face that made her heart skip.“What are you doing here?”“I called you three times.”“I was busy.”“I know.”His eyes moved to the envelope.Some
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