The following day, Selina woke up at seven a.m., but there was no trace of Zane anywhere in the mansion. Eloise had told her he hadn't returned since the previous night.
Getting ready for work, she had breakfast alone—peacefully, just as she preferred—without sitting across from him at the dining table, avoiding the tense silence and stolen glances.
Afterwards, she headed straight to the company, arriving by eight a.m., earlier than the usual start time. Yet, she found the elevator to her department still under repair, which left her wondering about the delay. With no other choice, she climbed the endless stairs again until she finally reached her floor.
As she walked down the hallway near her department, a dull ache throbbed through her knees and ankles beneath her wedged shoes, each step heavier than the last. The thought of having to take the stairs again after work made her stomach twist with dread and unease.
