Belle's POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the glass walls of my office, warm but too bright, making the screen of my laptop glare back at me. I lowered the blinds with a quick tug and returned to my desk. Mondays always had a way of piling too much on my plate, but today I was determined to keep control, no matter what came my way.
I straightened the stack of reports on my mahogany desk. Finance summaries, quarterly projections, and a thick folder of pending contracts all waited for my signature. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still clung to the air my assistant, Priya had placed it there exactly at eight-thirty, as she always did. I took a careful sip before setting it down beside the top folder.
