CINNAMON:Three years.Three years of late nights, brutal deadlines, and campaigns that saved the company's ass more times than I could count. Today, all of it would finally mean something.I smoothed my hands over the navy blazer I'd splurged on last month. Tailored, professional. It was perfect for claiming what I'd earned. My reflection in the apartment window looked ready. Confident. A woman who'd already won.The promotion was mine.I grabbed my bag and bolted out the door, heels clicking against the pavement as I speed-walked toward the junction. The staff bus always left at 7:45 sharp, and I'd rather chew glass than miss it today of all days.The bus rumbled into view just as I rounded the corner, brake lights glowing red."Wait!" I broke into a jog, waving my arm like a lunatic.The door hissed open. Thank God.I reached for the handle, ready to haul myself up and collided with a wall of muscle and expensive cologne.A man stood at the door, one hand already gripping the rail
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