Azaria worked through the morning, making sure to keep her focus, but that felt like a hard task on its own. Her fingers moved across the keyboard, eyes scanning documents, responding to emails, reviewing reports, and making sure the system was running smoothly, but her thoughts kept drifting, slipping away from the work in front of her and circling back to the same things.
Lenora. Theon. That bloody magazine.
Every time she thought she had pushed it aside, it came back with a vengeance, settling somewhere in the back of her mind where it refused to stay quiet and leave her in peace.
By the time lunchtime rolled around, she already felt drained, like she had been running a marathon instead of sitting at a desk, working on a computer.
"Lunch?" Rowan's voice interrupted her thoughts as he leaned against the doorframe of her office, arms crossed loosely, his usual ease about him. "Are you okay? I knocked like four times and you didn't say anything."
