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Chapter 44

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Elena’s pov

I woke to ordinary light and the sound of a truck reversing somewhere down the block.

For a few seconds I lay still, waiting for the crash I had half expected, the spike of regret, the urge to rewrite the night, the old fear that I had given away more than I could afford.

None of it came. The kiss from the night before sat in my memory without sharp edges. Present. Chosen. Still mine.

I sat up and pressed my feet to the floor. My body felt like my body. No residual panic in my ches
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    Elena’s povI was in the middle of a transition meeting when my phone buzzed with a number I didn’t recognize. I ignored it. It rang again after the meeting ended. This time I answered.“Elena Hart?”A woman’s voice, smooth and carefully pleasant. “Yes.”“My name is Lila Grant. I work in private client relations for a records consultancy that occasionally supports the Voss office. I’m calling because an old verification thread connected to your name has been reopened internally, and I was asked to confirm whether you had any additional personal documentation that might clarify a clinic file from last year.”The language was too polished. Too rehearsed.“I’ve already told multiple people from that office not to contact me about those documents,” I said. “Lawyers only.”“Of course. I completely understand. This isn’t a formal legal request. It’s simply an attempt to keep the internal record consistent. Sometimes when older files are reviewed, small supporting notes help prevent unneces

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    Elena’s pov“I still can’t believe we bought this much fruit,” I said, shifting the grocery bag against my hip as Daniel unlocked his apartment door.“You said you wanted options for breakfast.” He pushed the door open with his shoulder. “Options have volume.”His place was exactly what I expected once I saw it properly, clean lines, too many project rolls on the dining table, a kitchen that looked used rather than displayed. I set the bags down and started unpacking while he put water on for coffee. There was no performance in any of it. No careful hosting. Just two people putting groceries away on a Saturday morning.“You don’t have to rearrange your shelves for me,” I said when he moved a stack of bowls.“I’m not. You’re taller than the last person who helped me unload groceries, and that was Isabella, who complains when she has to stretch.”“So this is logistics.”“Everything is logistics if you let it be.”We made eggs and toast and ate at the counter because the table was cove

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    Elena’s povMy manager, Helen, closed the office door before she sat down. That alone was enough to put me on alert.“I’ll keep this direct,” she said. “The firm is expanding the east district advisory team. We need a lead analyst for the client strategy track. Your work on Mercer and the follow-up reports put you at the top of the internal list. I’d like to put your name forward.”I stared at her for a second. “Lead analyst.”“Yes. More responsibility. More client-facing work. A clear step up in scope and compensation.”She folded her hands. “It also means more visibility. Presentations. Cross-team meetings. Your name is attached to recommendations that travel further than internal memos.”The word visibility landed harder than the rest.“How long do I have to decide?”“End of the week. I don’t need a performance either way. I

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