Jasper's POV
It was late, much later than I normally stayed at the office. The building was quiet now, the kind of quiet that made every little sound echo. My desk was finally clear for the first time in weeks. I had forced myself to stay behind and tidy up. Papers stacked neatly, files pushed into drawers, even the pens lined up like soldiers.
I leaned back in my chair and let out a long sigh. The day had been heavy, like most days lately. Between meetings, the press, and keeping Belle's nerves calm, I felt like I was holding everything together with my bare hands. But sitting there, staring at the clean desk, I almost felt accomplished. Maybe tomorrow would be easier. Maybe.
I was just about to shut down my computer when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called, expecting it to be one of the cleaners.
But it wasn't.
