Elena pov
Olivia had been pestering me about this for days. "Elena, you have to do it," she'd said over and over, her voice dripping with determination. "If anyone can get to the bottom of this mess, it's you."
I had resisted for as long as I could, but deep down, I knew she was right. Gabriel deserved to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt to face him again. So, here I was, sneaking into his office under the cover of night like some spy in a bad movie.
The building was eerily quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound as I walked down the familiar hallway. My heart pounded in my chest, each step bringing a wave of memories I had tried so hard to bury.
When I reached the door to Gabriel's office, I hesitated. My hand hovered over the fingerprint scanner. I hadn't been here in months, but my access should still work. And sure enough, when I pressed my finger to the scanner, the door clicked open.