The morning air was crisp, biting through the windows of the sleek black Bentley as it pulled up to the curb of Soléne Couture.
Damian looked at Alina, his expression a mix of frustration and grudging admiration. Even after a night of feverish sleep, she was insisting on going to work. Most people in her position would have happily taken the week off, especially with a billionaire husband practically begging them to stay in bed. But Alina was different.
"Are you absolutely certain you can do this?" he asked, his voice low and heavy with concern. He paused, shaking his head as he looked at the sprawling glass building. "A single phone call from me, Alina, and you'll spend the full day at home resting. No one would question it. I can make sure your position is more than secure."
