By the time noon rolled around, my nerves were already frayed.I’d spent the morning pretending to focus—answering emails, familiarizing myself with internal systems I already knew, nodding politely at coworkers who were still trying to figure out.Every time the clock ticked forward, my chest tightened.11:42.11:51.11:58.At exactly twelve, my phone buzzed.Zane: Come to my office.No greeting. No softening.Just an instruction.I stood, smoothing my dress with hands that were steadier than I felt, and walked down the corridor toward his office. Each step felt heavier than the last, like I was willingly stepping into something I couldn’t control anymore.His door was already open.He was standing near the window, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, city stretched behind him like a kingdom he ruled effortlessly. He didn’t turn when I entered, but I knew he was aware of me. He always was.“Close the door,” he said.I did.The click echoed too loudly.“Sit,” he added, finally turning to fa
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