ELENA'S POV

I arrived early today at the office, my teeth preying on my well made nails, frequently glancing towards the door, hoping to see him walk in with his usual icy expression.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours, but there was still no sign of him.

It wasn't in his nature to be late, which only proved the seriousness in his words. He was really gone.

Sinking in my thoughts, the door softly creaked open. The lingering shadow only made my heart race, clutching my chest in high hopes.

“Miss Elena”, it was Nathan's voice. His eyes shone with excitement as he blabbed about how happy he...