POV: ElaraBy the time she arrived at CrossTech, the city was wide awake, horns blaring, morning rush flooding the streets, the usual pulse of controlled chaos.But for once, Elara didn’t feel like she was sprinting to keep up.She moved through the glass lobby with calm precision, coffee in one hand, tablet in the other. Her reflection ghosted across the elevator doors; composed, collected, but lighter somehow. The shadows beneath her eyes were still there, but softer. The kind that came from sleepless peace, not exhaustion.The elevator hummed upward. Her chest tightened slightly when the floor numbers blurred past, but not from nerves. It was the memory of the taste of his mouth in that same confined space, the echo of his voice saying her name like a secret.When the doors opened, she stepped into the strategy floor, a dozen eyes flicking toward her. Whispers; faint and cautious, trailed behind. Ever since the launch, people had been looking at her differently. The fake relationsh
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