45|Single

~Elena~

“Elena!” Sloane squealed, her stilettos echoing against the noise in the conference room, flashing a toothpaste commercial worthy smile. She was a sight to behold in her red one-shoulder midi dress.

“Hey.” She pulled me in for a tight embrace, patting my back. The strike of her floral perfume made my eyes sting. “How are things?” I asked, gazing over the Montiero Holding’s staff working wi