The door clicked shut behind Iris, the sound louder than it should have been.Nathaniel didn’t move immediately.Neither did she.The office felt smaller than usual, the walls closing in as silence stretched between them. Iris stood just inside the door, fingers curling nervously around the strap of her bag. Her heartbeat was so loud she was certain he could hear it.Nathaniel finally turned from his desk, slowly, deliberately. His tie was loosened, his white coat draped over the chair behind him. Without the barrier of distance or movement, his presence felt overwhelming.“You wanted to see me, sir?” Iris asked softly.“Yes,” he said. One word. Heavy. Loaded.He walked closer, stopping a careful distance away, as if he were testing his own restraint. His gaze held hers, steady and intense, searching her face for something he hadn’t yet decided to name.“You’ve been doing well,” he began, his tone professional, almost detached. “Your assessments are accurate. Your clinical judgment is
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