Caspian
That morning, Dolly's incessant chatter delayed me more than I had anticipated. Her excitement about being back was endearing, but I was eager to escape the confines of our conversation and immerse myself in work.
Upon arriving at the office, I dove into tasks. With Clara and Marcel gone, I'd hired a new personal assistant to help navigate the chaos. She was efficient, and her presence brought a semblance of normalcy.
As evening approached, the familiar ache returned. Then, I decided to visit my usual bar.
I had barely stepped into the bar when I saw him — Marcel.
He was sitting alone at the counter, a glass in his hand, half-empty. My stomach clenched instantly. I hadn’t seen him since the day he broke my face in front of the entire company. A day I’ll never forget — and hone
