Half a year later, Ruby's dream building was finally complete. Her new office stood at the top floor—a wide, bright space with tall glass windows that opened to the view of the village. The walls were minimal, painted in soft cream, with elegant plants and bookshelves that gave the room a calm, welcoming air. The golden red evening light spilled in through the glass, wrapping everything in a gentle glow.
Ruby sat at her desk, reading over a few reports. The office was quiet; everyone had already gone home for the day. The silence was peaceful. She stretched a little and reached for her cup of tea when she heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," she said without looking up.
The door opened, and when she glanced up, she saw Adrian standing there. He had his usual calm expression, his robe slightly loose, the faint tiredness in his eyes softened by the light from the window.
"Hey," he said, stepping closer.
