Aria POV
He was already there when I arrived, leaning against the wall outside my office building in his dark suit with his hands in his pockets, looking like he'd been waiting for hours.
It was 1:30 PM. Our meeting wasn't until two.
I considered turning around, getting back in my car and calling this whole thing off. But I'd promised him one conversation—one chance to say his piece. Then I could walk away with a clear conscience.
I approached slowly, my heels clicking against the sidewalk as he looked up.
"You're early," I said.
"I couldn't wait." He straightened, his expression hopeful. "Thank you for agreeing to this."
"Don't thank me yet." I walked past him toward the entrance, not bothering to slow my pace. "You might not like what I have to say."
He followed without a word, and we walked through the lobby in silence while other employees glanced at us and whispered, though I ignored them all.
