“Adrian…”

That soft voice came from behind the glass door of the man’s office.

Adrian, who had been busy reviewing documents, looked up, his brows furrowing. He knew that voice all too well.

Cassandra stood in the doorway, wearing a simple pastel dress. Her face was bare, without the heavy makeup she usually wore. Her eyes were swollen, as if she had been crying.

“May I come in for a moment?” she asked in a trembling voice.

Adrian exhaled deeply, closing the folder in his hands.

“I didn’t expect you to come here, Cassandra.”

The woman stepped forward slowly, her gaze lowered in guilt.

“I know… I don’t deserve to...