Braelyn's POV
"I want to go on leave, so this has to be cleared." I gave the excuse while barely holding myself together. He nodded, then turned back to the documents. A small frown hung between his brows as he scanned the pages.
My palms were damp as I watched him flip through them. Raphael was meticulous by nature, but even he would not scrutinize every single sheet of a routine monthly report.
On the surface, everything looked ordinary. Just regular financial summaries, my department approvals, and standard attachments that required nothing more than his signature.
I stood there pretending to be calm while my pulse thundered in my ears and my hands were almost dripping with sweat. I tried not to stare at him too intently in case he sensed something was off.
