Chapter 233

• Gianna’s POV
• The office smelled the same as always—coffee, printer toner, and a faint trace of someone’s overly expensive cologne. It was comforting in a way I hadn’t expected, like slipping back into a routine I’d been avoiding. But I wasn’t here for comfort. I was here because it was time to stop hiding.
• I adjusted my blazer in the mirrored elevator doors, forcing my reflection to look calm and composed. The soft ding announced my arrival, and when the elevator doors slid open, I was met with the familiar hum of productivity. People buzzed around, papers in hand, conversations trailing in and out like background music.