~FIORELLA~The car comes to a smooth stop in front of the firm, and before Matteo can even step out, I’m already reaching for the door.I need distance from everything.The door opens, and the moment my heels hit the pavement, I straighten instinctively, my spine aligning, my shoulders pulling back into that familiar, unshakable posture.Control.I step out like nothing happened.Like I wasn’t just clawed at by a mob.Like my pulse isn’t still slightly uneven.Like Lucas’ voice isn’t still echoing somewhere deep in my chest.“I’ll get your bags, ma’am,” Matteo says quickly from the driver’s seat.I don’t look back.“Mm,” I respond faintly, already moving.The glass doors of the firm slide open the second I approach, and the cool, polished interior greets me like a second skin.The law firm is safe, structured, controlled and perfect.But I barely take three steps inside before…..“Miss Fiorella!”“Congratulations!”“You did it!”The sudden burst of voices hits m
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