The conference room felt too big, too quiet. The hum of the air conditioner buzzed faintly in the corners, a low, steady sound that did nothing to ease the tension building up in my stomach. I sat at the long mahogany table, a notepad open in front of me, the pen in my hand still unused. My reflection in the glass wall across from me looked very composed, with a tidy bun on my head, a pressed navy blouse, and a straight posture, yet inside, my thoughts wouldn’t stop running around.He was late. Of course, it was something he would pull off.I glanced at the door for what felt like the tenth time before finally hearing the faint echo of footsteps. The door opened up, and Alex walked in like he owned the world, coffee cup in one hand, a file under his arm. His tie was perfectly straight, his grey hair slicked back with that effortless confidence that somehow irritated me more than it impressed me.“Chloe, you look like you’re about to attend a funeral,” he said with a dry tone as he
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