( this chapter is told from a third persons pov and so will then others moving forward until I announced otherwise..enjoy )
Monday arrived far too quickly.
By noon, Ethan was already regretting being back at work.
The weekend in Clinton felt like it had happened months ago instead of yesterday. There had been no deadlines, no client meetings, no endless emails waiting for replies. Just quiet mornings, long drives, and Raina.
Now reality had returned.
The office hummed with its usual rhythm. Designers moved between workstations carrying tablets and coffee cups. Printers whirred in the background. Conversations drifted across the studio floor while half-finished campaign concepts covered the whiteboards lining the walls.
Ethan sat behind his desk reviewing the final revisions for the project.
At exactly twelve o'clock, Susan stepped into his office.
He glanced up briefly.
"Have a seat."
