Layla’s POVI was calmed by the sound of paper as I shuffled through student quizzes and sorted documents in Harmony Haven's peaceful classroom. My thoughts drifted to Dario, who was talking about the Connect Corps blocked proposal at last night's dinner with his brow furrowed and his fingers tapping the tablecloth. Could he convince those doubtful investors? My lunch break had been absorbed by work as the clock struck noon. Gripping a granola bar from my backpack, I nibbled in between grading, the crumbs covering the papers as my stomach rumbled, a hollow pain I couldn't ignore.My thoughts of Dario's tension, his silent "They want safe bets," and his CEO armor crumbling were all echoed in each mechanical bite. I wanted to text him to check on him, but he would be too busy with boardrooms, calls, and other commitments to care about my concerns. I continued to scratch my pen in the hopes that he had discovered a lifeline.As the school's hum faded, closing hours approached. Dario's ty
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