Selene’s POV Lunch is supposed to be simple. A long table near the window, trays of food, three of my teammates talking over each other about a client who keeps changing the brief every other day. I am halfway through a salad and only half listening when the air at the edge of the eatery changes.I looked up and saw Adrian walking towards me with a very intense gaze. For a second I think I am imagining him. He should not be here. He has no reason to be in this building. Yet he is, in a plain shirt and jeans, looking at me like the last months never happened. My fork stays in the air.“Selene,” he says.My teammates notice the shift. One of them, Priya, glances between us. “Selene, are you okay?”“I will be right back,” I answer. I do not sound convincing even to myself.Adrian, the jerk, does not wait for permission. He steps closer, takes my wrist, and pulls me; not hard enough to make a scene that security would notice immediately, but firm enough that I either follow or turn it i
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