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Losing Focus
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Whispers of Submission Good news
Cassie woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom blinds. Reggie was still asleep beside her, one arm flung across her waist, face half-buried in the pillow. She watched him for a moment; the steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint scar on his eyebrow from some long-ago fight Asher refused to talk about and felt a quiet happiness settle in her bones.She slipped from bed carefully, padded barefoot to the kitchen, and started coffee. The apartment smelled like cedar and last night’s takeout containers still on the counter. Her phone buzzed on the island while the machine gurgled.An email from the university.Subject: Final Reminder... Doctoral Commencement CeremonyCassie,This is your final reminder that the graduation is scheduled for Friday, 20th from10:00 a.m. in the Grand Hall. Your name has been confirmed on the graduate list. Please arrive by 9:00 a.m. for robing and lineup. Caps, gowns, and hoods will be provided.We look forward to celebrating your achievement.Warm
Whispers of Submission Open hearts
Cassie woke most mornings to the soft clink of Reggie in the kitchen, the smell of coffee drifting under the bedroom door like a promise. The weeks after her internship ended carried a gentle rhythm she had never known before. There were no deadlines pressing at her temples, no hospital beeps echoing in her ears, only the slow, deliberate unfolding of days shared with someone who chose her every single time.Their dates were small and deliberate, carved out of ordinary evenings like treasures. One Tuesday he took her to a narrow Italian place hidden behind a dry cleaner’s, the kind of spot that didn’t advertise. It smelled like garlic and fresh basil the moment they stepped inside. They squeezed into a corner table barely big enough for two plates, sharing gnocchi in brown butter and a bottle of wine between them. The rain tapped the single window beside their booth. Reggie told her stories about his first apartment in college; a shoebox with a mattress on the floor and a ceiling that
Whispers of Submission Farewell
Cassie stood in the doorway of the break room, arms crossed loosely over her chest, watching the team arrange platters of sandwiches, fruit skewers, and a towering chocolate cake someone had clearly spent too much time decorating. The sign above the table read “Farewell, Cassie!” in bright blue marker, the exclamation point slightly crooked. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling. The sight made her throat tighten.She had not expected this.Linda appeared at her elbow, holding two paper plates. “You thought we’d let you sneak out quietly?”Cassie laughed, soft and surprised. “I thought maybe a quick goodbye email would do.”“Not a chance.” Linda handed her a plate. “You’ve been part of this team. We don’t say goodbye to family through emails.”The lunch stretched into the early afternoon. People drifted in and out; analysts she had collaborated with on the merger report, junior associates who had asked her endless questions, even Tyler the intern who slipped her a small potted succulent
Whispers of Submission Celebrating
Mr. Patel came back the next week.Cassie sat at the small conference table in the glass-walled meeting room, hands folded in her lap, trying not to fidget while Mr. Patel flipped through the final pages of her evaluation packet. The supervisor’s face remained unreadable, lips pursed, pen tapping once, twice, until he finally closed the folder and looked up.“Cassandra,” Mr. Patel began, voice calm but warm, “this is one of the strongest internship evaluations I’ve written in years.”Cassie blinked. The words landed slowly, like stones dropped into still water.“Your performance metrics are exceptional with timely deliverables, insightful and seamless collaboration with the team. The merger impact report you co-authored last month? It’s already been referenced in two executive summaries. Your thesis draft is polished, well-researched, and shows real critical thinking. And your professionalism…” Mr. Patel leaned forward slightly. “You handled a family emergency without missing a beat.
Whispers of Submission Reunion
Cassie woke before dawn to a quiet mansion. She slipped out of bed, padded to the kitchen, and brewed coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Asher shuffled in twenty minutes later, walker clicking, his hair mussed, but eyes brighter than they had been in days.“You’re up early,” he said, easing into a chair.“My supervisor called yesterday to tell me that he will be dropping by my place of internship on Friday for the last project review." She poured him a mug and slid it across the table. “I need to catch up on everything before then.”Asher sipped, watching her over the rim. “You sure you’re ready?”She nodded. “You’re walking to the mailbox without help now. You ate a whole sandwich last night without complaining. Mrs. Carla will be coming every day. You’re in good hands.”He grunted, but the corner of his mouth lifted. “Fine. But as I said, if Reggie doesn’t treat you right, I’m driving to the city and breaking his knees.”Cassie laughed, the sound startling in the stillness. “Not
Whispers of Submission Sex chat and...
Asher shuffled in from the kitchen, walker clicking softly against the hardwood. He looked at her face and frowned.“You okay?”She nodded, wiping her cheeks quickly. “Yeah. I am okay. Just reading about the office drama. Nina was telling me about the new intern spilling coffee everywhere.” She was smiling.Asher snorted and eased himself onto the sofa beside her. “Sounds about right. Remember when you spilled soup on the break room microwave your first week?”Cassie groaned. “Don’t remind me.”He leaned back, careful of his ribs. “You survived. You always do. The new guy will survive too.”She rested her head on his shoulder. “So do you. And yes he will. I guess he is just anxious about pleasing the boss.”They sat in comfortable silence for a while. The radiator hissed. Outside, snow tapped gently against the windows.Asher spoke first, voice quieter. “You don’t have to stay here every second, you know. I’m not going anywhere.”“I know.” She lifted her head. “But I want to.”He stud
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