Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Four
The next morning, the air at work felt completely thick and suffocating. It had been a grueling day, and by the time the clock ticked past seven in the evening, the bustling administration office had completely emptied out, leaving only a handful of people in the entire building. I stayed at my desk late, trying to finish up the weekly reports, my hands trembling slightly under the harsh fluorescent lights. My body was still humming from the memory of Khalid’s lips against mine from Sunday, but I forced myself to focus on the computer screen. This job was my independence. It was the shield I used to prove to the world—and to myself—that I didn't need a billionaire's wealth to survive.
But the silence in the office was suddenly broken by the sound of he
