Liv’s POV

I stepped into the elevator, clutching my folder tightly against my chest.

The polished steel walls reflected my nervous expression, and I bit my lower lip, willing myself to calm down.

Just as the doors were about to close, a familiar, deep voice echoed through the corridor.

"Hold the elevator!"

My heart skipped a beat as Kaelon strode in, his presence as commanding as ever. He was dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit that flaunted his broad shoulders and lean frame.

The faint scent of his cologne reached me, stirring something I desperately wanted to suppress.

He wasn’t alone. A strikingly elegant woman followed him. She was tall,...