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2025-11-07 09:55:00Madeline turned, stared at him for a moment, then nodded firmly. “I won’t falter, Nathaniel.”
A faint smile returned to the man’s face. There was an unconcealable pride in his eyes, pride at seeing the woman beside him now standing with her head held high, no longer someone to be protected, but someone capable of standing on equal footing with him.
He straightened himself and extended his hand to help Madeline out of the car.
Madeline got out first, dressed in an elegant, soft cream-colored work suit. Her hair was neatly styled in a low bun, her face calm yet dignified. Behind her, Nathaniel walked side by side, his trademark cold expression only making everyone even more tense and captivated.
The two of them walked to the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, the lobby erupted in a clamor. "Oh my God, she's so beautiful! No wonder the President Director is in love!
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Madeline rose quietly so as not to wake him. Her feet touched the floor, a pleasant chill. She opened the curtains a little wider. The morning sky was pale, clean, with no striking clouds. A bird perched on a power line, still for a moment before taking flight.In the kitchen, Madeline switched on the small light beneath the cabinets. She prepared water for tea, listening to the soft sound as the flame caught. Her movements were not efficient, not fast and that was intentional. She wanted to feel every step of this morning.The kettle began to hiss softly. Madeline took two cups and placed them side by side. She added a thin slice of lemon to one of them, as was Nathaniel’s habit. The scent of tea slowly filled the room, mingling with the still-fresh morning air.She was pouring the water when footsteps sounded at the edge of the kitchen.“Morning,” Nathaniel’s voice was low, still carrying traces of sleep.Madeline turned.
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After the first meeting ended, an old colleague approached him. “You look different today,” he said, half-joking.“Different how?” Nathaniel asked while straightening his folder.“Calmer,” the man replied. “Usually you’ve already prepared three backup plans before the meeting even ends.”Nathaniel smiled faintly. “The backup plans are still there. I just don’t announce them.”His colleague chuckled. “That sounds healthier.”“Seems so,” Nathaniel agreed.The next meeting took place in a smaller room. Only four people. The discussion was more personal, touching on operational details. Someone proposed an option that sounded rushed.“We could cut costs by trimming this part,” he said.Nathaniel looked at the table in front of him. He didn’t answer right away. He took a breath, giving his thoughts time to arrange themse
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A small child ran after a pigeon, laughing freely. His mother followed with quick yet patient steps. Two elderly people sat on the bench across from her, speaking quietly.“The weather’s nice today,” one of them said.“Yes,” the other replied. “Not too hot. Just right for sitting.”Madeline caught the exchange in passing, then returned to her own quiet observation. She didn’t feel separate from the world, but she wasn’t pulled too deeply into it either. She was somewhere in between present, yet unbound.A young man sat on the bench beside her, opening a lunchbox. After a few minutes of silence, he turned slightly.“Excuse me,” he said politely. “This bench is okay, right?”Madeline shook her head. “It’s fine. Go ahead.”The man smiled briefly, then returned to his meal. Silence again but a comfortable one. After a few bites, he spoke. &ldqu
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He rose slowly, careful not to wake Madeline, and padded lightly toward the kitchen. He turned on a small light, heated water, ground coffee by hand, a ritual he rarely did himself. The soft sound of coffee beans grinding felt almost meditative. This morning, he wanted to keep the rhythm slow.As the aroma of coffee began to fill the room, Madeline appeared in the doorway, her hair slightly tousled, wearing a thin cardigan. She smiled faintly, eyes still half asleep.“You woke up first,” she said softly.Nathaniel turned to her. “I didn’t want this morning to be noisy.”Madeline stepped closer, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Thank you,” she said, as if she understood exactly what he meant.They sat across from each other, each holding a warm cup. There was no long conversation. Just small sips, brief glances, and smiles that came without effort. Outside, the
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Madeline stepped closer, briefly touching his arm. “Dinner’s simple. But warm.”“That’s the best kind,” he said and he truly meant it.They sat together, sharing just enough stories without dissecting the exhausting details. There was soft laughter, comfortable pauses. Outside, the world kept moving. Inside, time slowed.After dinner was finished and the dishes cleared away, they moved to the living room. The main light was dimmed, leaving only the soft glow of a corner lamp that made the space feel more intimate.Madeline sat on the sofa with her legs folded beneath her, while Nathaniel leaned beside her, removing his watch and placing it on the small table.For a few moments, they were silent. The quiet wasn’t awkward; it felt like a safe space to breathe.“There was something today,” Madeline said at last, her voice gentle, not pressing. “I could
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The reply came quickly, as if Madeline were smiling behind the screen.Good luck with your work. See you later.Nathaniel put his phone away. When the meeting room door opened and the sound of footsteps filled the space again, he stepped inside with quiet confidence.The meeting room slowly filled once more. Chairs were pulled back, paper brushed against paper, and low conversations floated through the air before finally settling.Nathaniel stood at the head of the table, waiting until all attention focused on him. The faces before him looked tired, yet focused a sign that the morning session had drained energy, but also built common ground.“All right,” he said, his voice calm but clear. “This afternoon session won’t be long. We’re focusing on one thing: making sure the foundation we built this morning is truly ready to be implemented.”He turned on the projector. T
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