ARIA'S POV
Aria stepped off the elevator onto the 47th floor at exactly 7:45 AM, her shoulders squared with determination despite the exhaustion weighing down her bones.
She'd survived two days. Two brutal, emotionally devastating days of working beside the man she loved while he treated her like a stranger. Two days of glass walls and cold professionalism and the constant ache of being so close to him while feeling miles apart.
But she was still here. Still standing. Still fighting.
And today, she'd do better.
The office was still relatively quiet at this hour....just a few early arrivals scattered across the floor, their heads bent over laptops and coffee cups. Aria made her way to her desk, set down her bag, and immediately headed for the executive break room.
Coffee. Black, no sugar, 180 degrees. Ready by 8 AM when he arrived.
