Noah
The elevator doors opened onto the fortieth floor, and the familiar hum of the office swallowed me whole before I even stepped out.
I hadn't been in the building in almost two weeks, at least not for a full day. A signature here, a quick call there, always finding some excuse to keep my hours short and my afternoons free for the street that had somehow become the only place I actually wanted to be. Walking back into headquarters now felt like putting on a suit two sizes too tight, familiar but suffocating in a way I hadn't fully noticed until I'd started spending my mornings somewhere else entirely.
"There you are." My assistant, Priya, caught me the second I stepped off the elevator, a tablet clutched to her chest and an expression that told me I was already behind on something. "
