Noa stepped into the elevator, her eyes fixed on her phone as tears streamed down her cheeks. On the screen played a video she wished she had never seen—her boyfriend, Rodney, with another woman. She didn’t know who sent it, and honestly, she didn’t care to find out.She sniffled, her chest tightening as quiet sobs escaped her lips. Completely lost in her emotions, she didn’t notice the two men sharing the elevator with her. One glanced at her with mild concern, while the other remained distant and unreadable.The elevator chimed, and the men stepped out first. Only then did Noa realize she hadn’t been alone.“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, watching them walk ahead, deep in conversation as one spoke and the other listened.For a brief moment, she wondered what they thought of her, crying like a child the entire ride. But then she dismissed it. It didn’t matter. She would likely never see them again, and she hadn’t even looked closely enough to recognize them if she did.The men
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