At the office, the tension in my shoulders is so tight I can barely sit still. Every passing coworker feels like a threat. My phone buzzes—Adrian Vasquez calling. My pulse skyrockets.
He's blunt. "We need a progress report before I head to Singapore next week. Come to my office."
Next week. He's flying out sooner than planned. My palms sweat as I gather my files, mind spinning with "WTF" questions. Is Elena going with him already? Does he sense something?
When I enter Vasquez's office, he's reviewing spreadsheets, jaw set in impatience. He barely looks at me as I talk him through the data. I keep my voice steady, forcing calm. Inside, everything is on fire. If he discovered Elena's involvement with me, I'd be out of a job—or worse.
He ends the meeting abruptly. "Don't disappoint me," he snaps, flipping the file shut. I murmur a polite "Yes, sir" and back out, heart still pounding. The look in his eyes feels colder than usual; maybe I'm imagining it, but it leaves me shaking.