CATHERINE The Detriot office buzzed like a beehive… deals, deadlines, and desperation hanging in the air. I inhaled deeply, letting the familiar chaos steady me.“Miss Catherine,” Shelly, my assistant, chirped. Her eyes flicked to my left hand,, my now bare ring finger. I pasted on my most polished smile, hiding the sting.“Something wrong?” I asked, though I already knew.She blinked, then gave a nervous laugh. “No, no! It’s just… you’d already said you were done for the year. I didn’t expect to see you back so soon.”“I changed my mind,” I said coolly, adjusting my grip on my bag. “What’s on the docket?”Shelly hesitated. “Well… if you’re sure. There’s one project that’s behind schedule. Local election in Detroit. The mayoral race. It’s a mess but it’s winnable.” She handed me a folder with too many post-its.I nodded, taking my coffee and heading toward my office. Shelly followed, rattling off deadlines.“The candidate’s high-profile, lots of donor traction. He’s got the funding,
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