“Adrian, you look exhausted.”

The soft voice echoed as the door clicked shut.

Cassandra stood in the doorway, wearing a simple black dress that managed to look both elegant and dangerous. Her lips curved into a faint smile — one that carried far more than simple concern.

Adrian sighed heavily, pulling off his tie and collapsing into the chair.

“I haven’t slept for two nights. The investors are breathing down my neck, the new project’s falling apart, and Rosemary…” His voice faltered. “She won’t even talk to me anymore.”

Cassandra stepped closer, each step deliberate — calculated. “You can’t keep blaming yourself, Adrian. The business world is brutal, and Rosemary’s...