Lina's POV
Three days have passed since the night I can't fully remember, and Rio has become a ghost in his own penthouse. He leaves before I wake up and returns after I'm asleep, communicating only through Maria or Patricia when necessary. The few times I've caught glimpses of him, he's treated me with the cold politeness reserved for unwelcome strangers.
I throw myself into work with desperate intensity, taking meetings at all hours and expanding Salvacion Medical Marketing at a pace that has Isabella constantly updating my schedule. Diego has been a constant source of support, never mentioning that night beyond asking if I'm feeling better, but I can see the concern in his eyes every time he looks at me.
"Miss Salvacion," Isabella announces as she enters my office with her tablet, "you have a visitor downstairs. She doesn't have an appointment, but she insisted it's personal. A Ms. Jennie Park?"
