Flora’s POV

The sun’s barely kissed the sky when I arrive at work the next morning. The office is quiet, the air crisp with early morning stillness. It feels like the only time I can breathe without someone watching, without questions, without expectations.

I press my thumb against the scanner and push the glass doors open, stepping into the polished, cold space that is my temporary sanctuary. The receptionist gives me a polite nod. I don’t respond. I’m not in the mood for pleasantries. I head straight for my office.

As soon as I settle behind my desk, I bury myself in the pile of documents waiting. Contracts. Letters. Legal...