Serena stepped into Rocky’s Designs, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she adjusted the strap of her handbag.

The office lobby was already buzzing with activity, employees moving around, and the faint sound of ringing phones filling the space.

She barely made it through the doors when she spotted Emma standing near the reception desk, engaged in a conversation with the receptionist.

The moment Emma’s eyes landed on her, she excused herself and hurried to Serena’s side, falling into step with her.

“Morning, boss,” Emma greeted cheerfully. “How was your night?”

Serena smirked slightly. “You mean the part where I got home late, stared at my ceiling for...