NAIDIRA POV “Naidira,” a familiar voice called out, its rushed tone filled with urgency, jolting me out of my thoughts. I stared at the hot cup in my hands—the steam rising wildly from the coffee—before lifting my head to look at Julie, who wore a worried expression on her face. She nodded toward the platform. My gaze followed hers to everyone present who was staring at me, then to the tall, elegant man standing calmly. I gulped, knowing I had zoned out in the middle of the meeting and had probably missed a question directed at me. “Ahmm…Ahmm,” I muttered, turning to Julie, who was whispering a string of words. Thanks to my sharp ears, I was able to pick out one in particular—“proposal,”I sprang to my feet, adjusting my black plaid skirt and suit. My heels clicked softly against the marbled floor as I made my way to the platform, ignoring the twenty pairs of eyes fixed on my every movement. Years ago, my anxiety would have spiked to its fullest, but now my eyes were fixed on the
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