Aria’s POV
The office buzzes with life as I step inside, the familiar sounds of keyboards clacking and hushed conversations wrapping around me.
It feels good to be back, though a dull ache in my collarbone reminds me that I'm not entirely in fighting shape just yet. But I'm here, and that's what matters.
The second I cross the threshold into the main hallway, a small crowd gathers—coworkers, friends, even a few higher-ups I barely talk to.
“Aria, you’re back!” The office receptionist rushes over, pulling me into a careful hug. “We were so worried. How are you feeling?”
“Still kicking,” I joke, giving her a small smile. “Thanks for keeping things afloat while I was gone.”
"Of course!" She beams, stepping back as a few others come over, echoing her sentiments.
I glance around, a li
