Monica's POV
I emerged from a deep sleep into semi-darkness, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. A soft lamp glowed across the room, casting gentle shadows on what I now recognized as Darren's office walls. Through the windows, the night sky stretched black and endless. My mind struggled to piece together how I'd ended up here when my last memory was battling overwhelming drowsiness at my desk that morning.
As consciousness fully returned, I noticed a warm pressure on my ankle that sent tingles up my leg. That familiar touch registered before my eyes confirmed it was him. My feet rested comfortably in his lap, and Morris's strong hands were massaging them with tender care.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, my angel," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "How are you feeling?"
"Disoriented," I admitted, blinking slowly. "What time is it? I don't remember coming here."
