Unlawful Shadows | +18

Chapter 32

Elowen's POV

The morning light filtered through the expansive windows of the penthouse, casting a warm glow across the luxurious space. I blinked awake, momentarily disoriented as I took in the plush furnishings and sleek décor that surrounded me. It still felt surreal to be living here, a stark contrast to the cramped quarters of my past. The open-plan living area featured a contemporary design, with soft grey sofas adorned with colorful cushions and large, abstract art pieces that added a touch of vibrancy to the otherwise minimalist aesthetic. A state-of-the-art kitchen gleamed in the corner, its stainless steel appliances promising culinary adventures I wasn't quite ready for.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet sinking into the soft carpet as I stood. The view from the windows was nothing short of breathtaking. The city stretched out below, the skyline punctuated by towering buildings that sparkled in the morning light. I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation—a reminder of my new reality.

After a quick shower, I dressed in a fitted blouse and tailored trousers, hoping to strike a balance between professional and approachable. The familiar flutter of nerves danced in my stomach as I tied my hair back into a neat bun, and I took a moment to breathe deeply, reminding myself to stay calm around the brothers.

By giving me space, the brothers had meant making me their new neighbour in their posh apartment complex. So, when I had to report for work, I would be doing that right next door. Did the convenience make me less angry? Definitely. 

As I stepped out of my penthouse, the cool air of the hallway greeted me. I walked down the sleek corridor, my heart racing slightly with each step. When I reached their door, I paused, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. I had no idea what to expect from today, but I knew I needed to remain composed.

I knocked gently, and a moment later, the door swung open to reveal Zander, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. His expression was serious, a hint of concern lurking beneath the surface. "Elowen," he greeted, his voice low and steady. "Good morning, sweetheart."

"Good morning" I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. I stepped inside, taking in the office's refined décor—dark wood furniture, shelves lined with books, and large windows offering a view of the city.

"Have a seat," he instructed, gesturing toward the sleek desk. I hesitated but obeyed, perching on the edge of the chair as I tried to read his expression.

"Are you ready for today?" he asked, his tone firm but lacking the usual playfulness.

"I suppose so," I answered cautiously. "What do you need me to do?"

Zander leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "We have some meetings scheduled, and I'd like you to take notes and observe. It's important that you gain a deeper understanding of how our work operates."

"Okay," I said slowly, trying to mask the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. "I'll do my best."

He studied me for a moment, his gaze intense. "I know things have been... complicated between us, but I want you to know that I'm here to support you. We all are."

His words surprised me, and I met his gaze with equal intensity. "Support doesn't erase what happened, Zander. I still need time to process everything."

"I understand," he replied, his voice steady. "But I hope you'll see that we're committed to earning your trust. Today is a step in that direction."

I nodded, unsure of how to respond. I couldn't shake the feeling that, despite his efforts, there was still a wall between us.

Zander's expression softened slightly. "Just try to focus on the tasks at hand. I'll guide you through everything. We're in this together, Elowen."

As he spoke, I felt a flicker of warmth in my chest—a reminder that beneath his intense exterior, there was a deep-seated desire to make things right. It was a small spark, but for now, it was enough.