Ofelia’s POV
Adrian’s message came just as I was packing up for the day.
Adrian: Survived another day?
I stared at the screen for a moment, then smiled before I could stop myself.
Me: Barely.
His reply came almost immediately.
Adrian: That bad?
I glanced toward Damien’s closed office door. He had barely spoken to me all day except to give instructions. After the rejected lunch and coffee, things had become even colder between us.
Me: Let’s just say my boss and I are not becoming best friends anytime soon.
Adrian: Then you definitely need coffee after work.
I hesitated.
The sensible part of me said I should go straight home, eat dinner, shower, and sleep. But the tired part of me wanted one normal conversation. One hour where I wasn’t thinking about Damien Voss, his insults, his
