When Enemies Breathe Together
“You won’t lose this.”
She looked at him. “You can’t promise that.”
“No,” he said honestly. “But I can promise I won’t be the reason you do.”
The words settled between them, heavy with intent.
They moved to the conference table, documents spread out, working side by side — not rivals, not enemies, but something dangerously close to partners. Hours passed unnoticed. Coffee went cold. The city lights dimmed.
At some point, Elara leaned back, rubbing her temples. “I hate that Marcus knew how to hurt me.”