91. You Are Fired

Alina's Pov

I was immersed in the sea of reports scattered across my desk, the muted hum of my computer a familiar background noise. The overhead lights cast a soft glow, accentuating the neat rows of bookshelves lining the walls of my office cabin. My coffee, long since gone cold, sat forgotten at the edge of my desk. Just another typical day of juggling deadlines and expectations.

A soft knock at the door pulled me out of my reverie. I glanced up to see Jacob, one of the office assistants, standing in the doorway, his face slightly flushed from hurrying around.

“Miss Stacy, someone’s here to see you,” he said, his tone polite but with an undercurrent of urgency.

I arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Who is it?”

“Someone named Elliot,” Jacob replied, glancing at the small notepad in his hand as if to confirm the name. “He’s waiting for you in the lobby.”

Elliot? What could possibly bring him here, out of the blue? I felt a mix of surprise and a flutter of excitement. It had been s