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The Push I Needed
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SkylarI stood there, stunned.My heart was pounding so fast, I could barely hear the sounds around me. Ethan's words kept ringing in my ears. "Skylar McLair is now officially promoted to the position of Senior Creative Manager."What did he just say?For a moment, I honestly thought I misheard him. When he started with the dismissal—announcing I would no longer be the junior creative manager—I wasn’t shocked. I even expected it. This was Ethan after all. Petty revenge was his favorite game. I braced myself for some cruel demotion, a transfer, or a public humiliation.But a promotion?Senior Creative Manager?And the lead for the entire biannual product line presentation?That was... insane. And he was just standing there, looking so smug, grinning like a fool who thought he’d just handed me the world on a silver platter.I wanted to shake him right there. To ask him what the hell he was thinking of giving me a promotion just when we were still recovering from a misunderstood scandal?
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ColeI was just about to head toward the car when I heard the elevator chime behind me.At first, I thought it was Xavier, probably done delivering the meal.I didn’t even turn at first and continued heading to the car to finally shut my eyes for a minute due to the jet lag.But then I heard my name.“Cole!”That voice.I froze. I knew that voice.My feet halted mid-step, and my heart lurched at the sound of her voice. My head whipped around before I could even think—and I saw her. Skylar—just stepping out of the elevator.My brows furrowed in confusion. How did she know I was down here? I had told Xavier specifically not to say anything.But there she was. Her eyes locked with mine, wide and filled with something I couldn’t name—relief, emotion… maybe even longing. For a second, she just stood there. Then, like something had snapped within her, she ran toward me.Before I could fully register it, Skylar threw herself into my arms.It happened so fast I instinctively took a step back
