She can’t be real

Sebastian sat at his desk, his gaze fixed on the glittering city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Knight Enterprises. The cacophony of ringing phones and muffled conversations faded into background noise as his mind wandered far from the confines of his office.

Across from him, Marco cleared his throat for the third time, adjusting his glasses. “Sebastian? Are you even listening?”

Sebastian blinked, pulling himself back to the present. “What? Yeah, of course. What was that last part again?”

Marco sighed, placing his tablet on the polished oak desk. “You’ve been distracted all morning. Let me guess—this has something to do with Sophia?”

At the mention of her name, Sebastian’s jaw tightened, a flicker of something unspoken flashing across his face. “What about her?”

“She’s upset,” Marco said simply, leaning back against the chair, arms crossed like a man braced for an argument.