Brielle's POV Dozens of papers littered across the desk in front of me—neatly stacked moments before I arrived, but scattered when I did, with Axel currently dragging another binder into place. Numbers, charts, contracts were all I stared at for several hours—it was overwhelming, but the strange part?I was keeping up.“Good,” he said, sliding yet another page towards me. His tone was sharp, precise…maybe a little too professional, but his eyes… his eyes lingered too long. I knew he was staring. “Now, what’s your next move?”I swallowed, gripping the pen hard as tension surged through me. I could hear the voices telling me to give up—to let it go—but I bit them back, forcing the exhaustion into adrenaline instead. “Counter… here,” I muttered, circling the wrong column before realizing it on time.Damn it.Then, finally I met his gaze, my cheeks slowly reddening with guilt and embarrassment as I pulled back. “Sorry, I didn't, I wasn't—”“Brielle.” His voice cut me off like a whisper,
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