That day, the city stretched wide beneath the glass walls of Sephora’s office, bright and untouchable. Cars moved like quiet streams of light below, distant, insignificant.“Ma’am,” Mira’s voice cut gently through the silence, tablet in hand. “We just got confirmation. President Dominic Ainsworth will be attending the summit.”For a moment, Sephora didn’t react.She stood by the window, one hand lightly resting against the cool glass, her expression was calm. But something shifted behind her eyes.Dominic.The name alone was enough to stir memories she had buried carefully over the past three years. Not erased. Never erased. Just… locked away.She inhaled slowly.“I see,” she said, her tone even.Sephora’s gaze dropped slightly, unfocused now.Three years.It had been three years since everything had ended. Since she had walked away with nothing, no family, no support, no place to belong. Three years since she had learned, painfully and completely, what it meant to be alone.And Dom
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