Elias’s POV

The message replayed in my head all night.

All morning too.

I’ll be at the anniversary tomorrow.

And I have a surprise for you.

Whoever sent it wanted me on edge. And it worked.

I remembered how I’d stormed into the company the moment I received it, convinced it was Mara, playing another mind game, pushing another button just to see how far I’d go.

I pressed the elevator buttons so hard my fingers hurt, and the second those doors opened, I marched straight to her office and barged in without knocking.

She flinched, just once, then stared at me, confused.

“What's the problem?”

I froze.

She didn’t...