Aria's POV
By the time I finished the last project review meeting, it was well past ten PM.
I leaned back in my office chair, rubbing my temples.
The pharmaceutical project timeline had been brutal, but we'd managed to pull it off without any delays.
Victor had handled the preliminary logistics while I was dealing with the Smith family drama, and together we'd wrapped everything up in record time.
My phone buzzed on the desk. Another message from Damian.
[Almost done?]
I stared at the screen, my chest tightening with an emotion I couldn't quite name.
Guilt, maybe. Or frustration.
Or the sharp, petty ache that came from knowing your mate had called out another woman's name in his sleep.
I knew it was irrational. Dream-talk didn't mean anything—people said all
