By the time the office clock blinked past four, Selena's head was still spinning with numbers, ledgers, and the burning image of that name—Robert Albert. Her shoulders were tight from the hours she'd sat hunched in her chair, and even though she'd barely touched lunch, her appetite hadn't caught up with her body yet. She was still lost in a haze of documents when a knock came at her office door.
It was Jack.
He stepped in without waiting for an answer, the door clicking softly behind him. He looked… not like the CEO of a multi-million-dollar empire. But just Jack, in a black turtleneck and slacks, his eyes softer than she expected.
"You should come home," he said.
Selena blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." He walked to the window and glanced outside. "You've been here since before nine. It's almost dark. You've done more than enough today."
"I still have to finish organizing the statements—"
