“Michael Jobs, please, take a seat. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Selene said, her voice calm and composed though her insides were trembling. Her nerves fluttered beneath her skin like a butterfly. Michael gave a polite smile as he crossed the room, extending his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Harrington.” “Please,” she replied, shaking his hand firmly, “call me Selene.” He nodded once, repeating her name with a faint chuckle that softened the air. “Selene.” They both laughed lightly, the sound awkward, a mask to cover what lay ahead. When they sat, Selene gestured toward the empty chair, and Eileen joined them without hesitation. Selene trusted her assistant more than anyone—five years of loyalty had cemented it. Eileen had been beside her through impossible deadlines, personal storms, and secrets no one else could carry. If anyone was to witness this moment, it should be her. Once they were seated, silence settled. Brief. Heavy. Anticipatory. Michael cleare
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