ValentinaOne Month LaterWork trip supplies for Mr. Norman—check. My own materials—check. Presentation files backed up in three separate locations—check. Itinerary printed and organized—check.I'm in the office, checking off my list for what feels like the hundredth time.A knock sounds at the door.Before I can say "come in," it swings open.Noah.My jaw clenches automatically. Of course he didn't wait for permission."Valentina!" His smile is too bright, too friendly. "I just wanted to apologize again for last week. The coffee incident."He steps closer.I stand my ground, fists clenching at my sides. "It's fine. You don't need to apologize again.""No, no, I feel terrible." Another step. "Let me make it up to you. Maybe dinner? Or drinks?"He's never been direct about it. Never outright harassed me in a way I could report. It's always subtle—bumping into me in the hallway, spilling things on me and using it as an excuse to touch me while "helping," tripping and grabbing my chest f
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