“Sometimes trust is built in silence—between stolen glances and unfinished truths.”RHEA'S POV:The next morning felt heavier than usual.I barely slept. My mind kept replaying last night—the rain, the lights, his voice when he said “not like this.”He had every reason to stay away. And yet… here I was, standing outside his office with a flash drive in my trembling hand.I inhaled deeply, straightened my blazer, and knocked.“Come in,” Lucas’s voice called from inside—steady, unreadable, as always.The door clicked open. He was already at his desk, sleeves rolled again, hair slightly tousled like he hadn’t slept either. He looked up, eyes lingering on me for half a second longer than they should have.“Good morning, Ms. Santos.”“Morning,” I replied, sitting across from him. “You said we’d start today.”He nodded, sliding a folder toward me. “We will. But first, coffee?”That star
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