Sarah POVMonday | 4:15 PMThe meeting had run over. Again.Gabriel had barely let me sleep last night after we returned from the lake, his body still adjusting from our weekend away. I didn’t blame him. It was a shift, a beautiful one, yes, but a shift nonetheless. He had clung to me all night like an anchor in a storm.And now, here I was, bone-tired and running on two oat milk lattes and pure resolve, staring across a polished boardroom table at Adrian.He was watching me. Not in the sharp, business-focused way. This was different. Quieter. Personal. His tie was a bit loose, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.His laptop sat open, forgotten. My last slide still glowed on the screen behind me, quarterly projections and international expansion forecasts, but his attention had long since drifted.“Sarah,” Adrian said as the others filed out. “Can we talk for a moment?”I looked down at my notes. “If this is about the client dinner Wednesday, I already spoke with,”“It’s not about work,”
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