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35. Do You Know This Man?
Rima's POV
Two Weeks Later
The past two weeks have been the most enriching since I moved to Canada. I found myself thriving at work, the haunting specter of nightmares had retreated since my trip with Jacob, and troubling news from home had ceased.
The dynamics with Jacob had surprisingly settled into a comfortable rhythm. Despite our agreement to maintain a certain distance in our interactions, things weren't as awkward as I had anticipated. Our exchanges remained strictly professional within the firm, and even when we continued our work at his home office, the atmosphere was amicable. He never broached the subject of our relationship again, never pressured me to define what we could become.
His space was a peaceful sanctuary, a soothing respite that I had come to appreciate over the past two weeks. I didn't feel compelled to make a decision about where we stood. We were simply allowing time to unravel our story in its own pace.
As the workday dre
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