"Is there anything else you feel needs to be changed?" I asked, keeping my tone even as I studied Elliot's reaction, searching for any subtle shift in his expression.
"No," Elliot replied after a brief pause. His voice carried the steady authority of an Alpha confident in his judgment. "This draft is sufficient. Send it to Felicia and have it produced." His attention then moved across my desk, settling on the other draft papers scattered nearby. "What else are you working on?"
"Um… n-nothing," I answered quickly, my composure slipping for a brief moment as instinct pushed me to hide what I had not intended to reveal. I moved toward the window and opened it slightly, hoping the cool air would steady my thoughts. The breeze, however, rushed in stronger than expected, sweeping through the room with sudden force.
