დ Aidan დ
Every morning started the same. Reports stacked on my desk. Emails about water rights, legal filings, and the next public hearing date. And her name, scribbled in the margins of complaints, whispered in the halls by my team as if she were some ghost haunting the project.
Elara Wynn.
Her petition had slowed everything to a crawl. Every meeting now came with the phrase “pending review.” Every contractor hedged because no one wanted to move heavy equipment onto disputed ground. She had turned my multimillion expansion into a mud pit, and yet, when I closed my eyes, I still dreamed of her. It made me furious.
“Rourke?” Ezra’s voice cut into the quiet. He pushed into my office without knocking. He always did. A file in his hand, coffee in the other. “You are grinding your teeth,”
