Jimmy’s POV
The office lights dimmed as I finally stepped out, the last traces of sunlight bleeding across the city skyline. My chest still felt heavy, weighed down by the words I had overheard at the tattoo shop that morning. Elina… deliver the staff… consequences… The thought clung to me like a thorn, each heartbeat driving it deeper. I tried to shake it, but no amount of busy work or mental discipline could erase the image of her in a shadow I didn’t understand.
I kept my head down all day, focusing on every spreadsheet, every call, every meaningless task, as though drowning myself in work could make the gnawing fear vanish. The ringing of phones and the hum of printers became white noise against the storm raging in my chest. Yet, despite my attempts, her face haunted me—Elina, delica
