Amelia didn’t expect it to be this hard.Not the work.Not the pressure.Not even Natasha.It was him.Alexander.Being around him every day was slowly becoming something she couldn’t control.The office was quiet that evening.Most of the staff had already left, their footsteps fading into the distant hum of the city.But Amelia remained at her desk.Finishing work.Organizing files.Avoiding going home too early.Because going home meant thinking.And thinking led to questions she wasn’t ready to face.Inside the office, the light was still on.Alexander was still there.Of course he was.He was always the last to leave.“Amelia.”Her name broke through the silence again.She looked up immediately.“Yes, sir?”He stood at the doorway, his tie loosened slightly, his sleeves rolled just enough to reveal a more relaxed version of himself.Less distant.More… real.“I need those reports,” he said.“They’re ready.”She stood, picking them up, and walked into his office.This time—It fel
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