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CHAPTER 13 – "THE TOUCH"

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Friday marked the exact moment the campaign reached its peak.

Westbrook was requesting emergency expansion. The initial metrics were so strong that they wanted immediate scaling. Bigger budget. Broader scope. More patient stories. Full year commitment instead of six months.

Marcus called Eli and me into his office.

"They want you both heading this," Marcus said. "Full partnership. Expanded budget. Long-term commitment. And they want it to start Monday."

I looked at Eli.

He looked at me.

"I need to ask a question," I said to Marcus. "In terms of relationship policy. If two colleagues were to become romantically involved, what would be the firm's position?"

Marcus leaned back in his chair.

"Are we speaking hypothetically?" he asked.

"No," I said. "We're speaking about Eli and me. We're in a relationship. And I want to know if that's a professional conflict."

Eli's expression shifted into something like shocked. Like he couldn't believe I was being this direct.

"As long as it
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