Almost a conversation that stopped when she entered the room. Marco waved at her from across the hall, smiling with the same easy familiarity as always. Lily passed by, preoccupied, offering a distracted greeting. Everything appeared normal, and yet— There it was again. That pause. That careful recalibration of tone whenever Gabriel was mentioned. At lunch, someone referenced a file by name. A name that tugged at something in Yna’s memory. She asked, casually, “Who’s handling that now?” The response came too fast. “It’s already resolved.” Resolved. The word landed heavily, like a door closing. Yna smiled and changed the subject. She had learned when not to push. Pushing only made people defensive, and defensiveness led to silence. Silence, she could work with. By mid afternoon, she had convinced herself she was projecting. That was the simplest explanation. The safest one. There. Done. She had a history of overcorrection of seeing patterns where none existed,
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