The study was dim, lit only by the glow of Andres’s laptop. He sat rigid, eyes scanning shareholder records, but his mind was elsewhere. Every time he tried to focus on Ponce’s numbers, his thoughts slipped back to Ainara — her voice, her eyes, the way she had trembled when he pressed her with questions.He closed his eyes, and suddenly, a memory flickered.A late night in Manila. Papers scattered across a desk. Ainara leaning over his shoulder, frustrated, arguing about revisions. He had teased her, she had rolled her eyes, and then — silence. A pause too long. Her lips, close. His hand reaching, almost without thought.And then the kiss. Quick, stolen, but unforgettable.Andres’s eyes snapped open, his chest tightening. It wasn’t a dream. It was real.The front door creaked open. Ainara stepped inside, still carrying the weight of her conversation with Marge. She looked tired, guarded, but when she saw Andres sitting at the couch, staring at her, she froze.“What is it?” she asked s
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