The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Serene’s POV

By the time the office clock hit 5:00 p.m., I was already imagining

quitting.

Not because something awful happened.

But because I hadn’t sat down all day, my feet felt like I’d walked

across hot coals, I sent one email to the wrong Marcus (who turned

out to be the janitor), and I spilled coffee all over my blouse. Very

professional.

Still, when Camille walked by and gave me a quick nod–like I hadn’t

nearly ruined everything–I counted it as a win..

“Good job today,” she said, fixing her blazer. “Most new people cry

before lunch.”

“Wow. That’s comforting.”

She gave a tiny smile, then disappeared into her fancy office. I sighed,

grabbed my bag, and told my desk goodbye like it was a good friend I

might never see again.

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The elevator ride was quiet. Just me and a guy who smelled like

expensive cologne. I tried not to breathe too deeply–it smelled like

he had a yacht and his own clothing line.

The lobby was calmer than this morning but still kind of intimidating.

I walked straight to the glass doors, my heels clicking painfully.

Outside, the city air hit me with the smell of car fumes and

overpriced pastries from the café across the street.

And honestly?

I didn’t care. Because I made it.

I survived my first day.

No, I didn’t save lives or make millions or even learn how to use the

copier, but I showed up. I stayed. I didn’t leave halfway through.

That meant something.

My small car was parked a few streets away. I didn’t take one of the

sleek, shiny ones like the others. I took a plain, simple one from

Damian’s place. Something easy to drive, nothing flashy.

The drive home was slow. Traffic was a mess. But I didn’t mind. I just

wanted to get home, take off these clothes, and breathe like a human

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again.

When I finally opened my apartment door, I nearly fell inside.

“Naia!” I called out, kicking off my heels. “I made it! Barely!”

No answer.

She wasn’t home yet. Probably still out doing whatever cool stuff she

does. I kicked the door closed behind me, halfway unzipping my skirt

before I even reached the couch.

Clothes? Off. Bra? Gone. Dignity? Never had much of it anyway.

I flopped onto the couch with a loud groan, wiggling around until I

found the one soft spot that didn’t hurt.

My phone buzzed somewhere in my bag, but I didn’t move. I just laid

there. I needed to do nothing for a while. I pulled my hair down and

sighed again, louder this time.

My first thought?

What just happened today.

Twelve hours ago, I was a slightly unemployed mess. Now I was a

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slightly employed mess with sore feet and a million new words

floating around in my head.

Email chains. Team briefings. Workflow reports.

No idea what any of them meant.

Eventually, I pulled myself off the couch and shuffled to the kitchen

wearing an oversized T–shirt and mismatched socks. I poured cereal

into a bowl, dumped sugar on top, and called it dinner.

As I ate, I thought about Mr. Vale.

I hadn’t met him yet, but I’d heard his name a lot. I saw his office

from the outside. People talked about him like he was both scary and

smart. They said he kept everything running while Draven was gone.

Xavier Draven.

I pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter right now. This was about

me and starting something new.

The door opened just as I finished my cereal. Naia walked in wearing

a big hoodie, her hair in a bun, and holding a takeout bag like it was

treasure.

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“I got pad thai,” she said. “And bubble tea. And gossip.”

I almost cried. “You’re the best.”

We dropped onto the couch, sharing noodles like we were in a

cooking show. I told her everything–my coffee disaster, the silent

elevator ride, Camille’s serious face, and how the break room had

fancy cookies I was too scared to touch.

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