Nora’s POV
I could feel my heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floors as I walked down the hallway. The meeting had taken longer than expected, and now, here I was—my mind racing, unable to shake the thoughts swirling inside me. From the moment I entered the building, I felt a shift in the air.
Kiana.
She’d been acting strange all morning—distracted, not herself. Today, she seemed... off. And it wasn’t just her mood. No, something else lingered—something between her and Manson. I could feel it. There was a coldness between them.
And the way she’d spoken about him—her voice, thick with restraint, yet barely concealing the hurt. I could see it. I could feel it. Kiana had been hiding something from me, something about him.
I reached the door to her office, my fingers wr
