Serena's Pov
I did not plan to visit his office. I told myself that repeatedly while I stood in the elevator, sweating palms holding a white paper bag filled with croissants he used to adore.
This was not surveillance. I was not spying. I was just… dropping by. What any good partner would do.
The lie tasted bitter.
When the doors to the executive floor opened, I saw the receptionist's dubious expression and the way she turned away quickly, trying not to see me. That alone made my stomach twist. I forced a smile and went on, heels clacking against the gleaming marble as I arrived at the frosted glass doors of Dominic's office.
He did not notice me at first.
I lingered in the doorway. He was hunched over his desk, phone in hand, his thumb moving with mechanical precision. His face wa
