𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐽. 𝑃𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐸

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁

Luna's POV.

The silence in the office felt eerie, almost unnerving. For a company of this magnitude, I would have expected a buzz of activity, a hum of life that matched the energy outside its walls. But here, in this sprawling, sleek space, the quiet was almost suffocating, amplifying my inner turmoil.

As I sat across from Javiér and Mr. Lorenzo, their words seemed to float around me, barely penetrating the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. Lana's not-so-confession-confession, or rather, the revelation of her feelings for Jordan, echoed in my head, a relentless echo that tainted every moment with disbelief and hurt.

I couldn't believe it.

The shock of realizing that Lana, someone I considered a friend, was in love with Jordan, the man I was planning a future with, felt like a betrayal of the worst kind. And here I was, supposed to focus on what could be the biggest break of my career, yet all I could think about was her and him. The thought looped in my head, a broken record that refused to stop.

Fuck. My. Life.

This timing couldn't be worse. As I tried to ground myself, to bring my attention back to the present, Javiér's voice slowly broke through the fog of my thoughts, his excitement about the potential deal we were discussing barely registering. Mr. Lorenzo's thoughtful nods and pointed questions should have demanded my full attention, but the emotional storm inside me made it hard to concentrate.

I needed to pull myself together, to focus on this incredible opportunity in front of me, but the hurt and the betrayal felt like a weight, dragging me down, clouding my vision.

How could I navigate this meeting, this critical moment in my career, with my heart and my trust in pieces?

Mr. Lorenzo held out a pen with a smile, breaking the chain of my tumultuous thoughts. "So do we have a deal?"

Blinking rapidly, I snapped back into reality, forcing a fake smile as I nodded and took the pen. "Yes. Yes! O-Of course..."

I signed the contract with feigned enthusiasm, my signature a stark contrast to the vibrant smile I put on for Mr. Lorenzo. The room, once filled with the gravity of our discussion, suddenly felt empty as we concluded the meeting. As I shook Mr. Lorenzo's hand and stood up, following Javiér's lead out of the office, the weight of Lana's revelation settled on my shoulders.

Outside the office, in the hushed hallway, Javiér's concerned voice cut through the silence. "You okay, Lu?"

I nodded, my smile now unconvincing. "Yeah... just tired, I guess."

But the exhaustion I felt wasn't physical. It was the exhaustion that came with the emotional storm inside me. The celebration of the record deal, a milestone in my career, was overshadowed by the revelation about Lana. The pang of hurt lingered as I realized the one person who should have been there to share this triumph with me had betrayed our friendship.

As we stepped outside into the city's rhythm, my thoughts were a chaotic swirl. The joy of success was now a bittersweet taste, a momentary victory in a larger battle of emotions. Lana's face, her confession, and the inevitable confrontation played on a loop in my mind, overshadowing the glow of the city lights and the celebratory air that should have surrounded this moment.

Javiér drove us home, the cityscape passing by in a blur. I sat in silence, my gaze fixed on the passing scenes, lost in the maelstrom of my own thoughts.

The journey home felt longer, the distance between the office and Jordan's house a reflection of the growing void within me. Tonight, my accomplishments wouldn't be celebrated with Lana, the one person who had shared my journey from the beginning. The loneliness of that realization cast a shadow over the triumph that should have been the highlight of the night.