22. Read my mind.

Returning home with Adrian after a dinner with one of his clients, a wave of fatigue washed over me. The evening had been filled with discussions, negotiations, and the constant need to be on my professional game. Now, the comfort of being back in my room offered a welcome reprieve.

I entered the familiar room; a sigh escaped my lips. The day had been long, but the sanctuary of my room provided a sense of solace.

Despite the weariness, a subtle satisfaction lingered. The dinner had been successful, and I could sense Adrian's appreciation for the effort I had put into being professional.

I prepared to unwind and leave the formalities of the night behind. A quiet sense of contentment settled over me.

In the intimate space of my room, the fatigue of the day lingered. I moved to shed the remnants of formality. The stilettos came off first, the click echoing in the room as a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Next, I pulled my hair down, the cascade of strands feeling like a small act of libe