Serena’s POV
I finished sending the last email and stretched my arms above my head, feeling the satisfying pop in my spine after hours hunched over my desk.
The office was quiet now, just a few dedicated designers still working on their projects, the soft clicking of keyboards and occasional murmur the only sounds breaking the silence.
"Serena, you're still here?" Julian appeared in my doorway, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up. "It's getting late. Let me drive you home."
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine," I smiled, gathering my things. "My car's just at the shop for maintenance. I'll grab a taxi—it's not a problem."
Julian frowned, his concern evident. "Are you sure? It wouldn't be any trouble."
"I'm positive," I insisted, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "I d
