Mara's POVA hand caught me firmly by the waist, steadying me before I could hit the floor. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs. I turned to the stranger who had helped me, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts."Thank you," I managed to whisper.The man nodded and moved on as Clara rushed over to me. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with a frantic kind of worry. "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" she asked, her hands hovering over my arms, checking for any signs of injury.“I'm fine," I said looking at her, and for a split second, I wanted to lean into her. But then the memory of the mansion—the sight of her in Elias’s arms—flashed through my mind. I stiffened, pulling my arm back and composing myself."Why do you even care?" I murmured, my voice cold. I grabbed my bag, ignored her reaching hand, and walked out of the cafe to the company, straight toward the elevator.As the metal doors slid shut, I leaned my head against the cool wall. My mind was a whirlwind of terr
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