The streets were alive, with cars honking and people rushing, but Zara was in a race with herself. She pushed open the door to her small event planning office, flipping her keys in one hand and phone in the other.“Sorry, sorry, everyone!” she called out as she stepped inside, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.Her two assistants, already setting up decorations and checking client lists, barely looked up.“Finally,” one muttered, eyes rolling, though with a hint of amusement.“I know, I know,” Zara said, hands on her hips. “Overslept. Traffic. The universe is conspiring against me. Pick your excuse.”She moved past them, unlocking the main storage and checking orders, lists, and schedules. Her mind was already racing ahead: client meetings, vendor calls, and the logistics for tonight’s high-profile launch party.But even in the middle of her chaos, her thoughts drifted elsewhere.The memory came unbidden, making her smirk quietly to herself. That fine-ass man from earlier.
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