The shadows of the previous six months were finally retreating, replaced by a reality that felt far more solid than any "Adrienne" contract ever had.
That evening, as the golden hour bathed the hallway in a soft, amber glow, the door to 6A opened. Alexander and Adrian stepped out together, their fingers interlaced—not for a camera or a board member, but because neither could bear to let go.
"Oh, look at you two!" Becky called out from her doorway, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned against the frame. "I see the 'local politics' debate was settled quite thoroughly. You both look... refreshed."
Adrian felt the familiar heat rise to his cheeks, but Alexander didn't flinch. He merely offered his cousin-in-law a sharp, knowing smirk, pulling Adrian closer to his side as they moved toward the elevator.
