The conference room was colder than usual.Mia shifted in her seat, notebook open, pen poised, though her thoughts were anything but focused. Her heart still hadn’t settled since the message Marco sent that morning. It echoed in her mind like a low hum beneath the corporate drone surrounding her.You look beautiful today.She hadn’t replied. Wouldn’t. Not yet. But she couldn’t stop thinking about it either.The door opened with a hiss, and just like that, the air in the room seemed to stiffen.Mr. Gravitas entered—immaculate suit, steel-gray tie, not a hair out of place. His presence was like a slap of cold water: jolting, direct, impossible to ignore. He carried an aura of power wrapped in silence, the kind that didn’t need to raise its voice to command a room.“Let’s begin,” he said simply.The team straightened instantly, posture perfect, eyes alert. Mia tucked her emotions behind a corporate mask and prepared to focus—but something about Mr. Gravitas today was different. His tone
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