Elena's POVThe morning after the restaurant, I told myself I wouldn't care.I told myself I'd walk into the office, smile, and handle the day like it was any other.But the moment I stepped into the building and saw them - Damian at his desk, Rachael standing beside him with a stack of files - I felt the lie unravel.They were too close.Not inappropriate, not yet, but close enough that it looked like comfort. Like habit."Good morning, Ms. Grant," Rachael greeted, polite, professional, not a trace of guilt in her voice."Morning," I said smoothly, setting my bag down. "I trust you both had a productive evening."Her head tilted, just slightly. "We did. A few project discussions over dinner."I smiled, sharp and brief. "Of course. You're very dedicated."Damian looked up then - that same unreadable calm in his eyes.If he was uncomfortable, he hid it well. But there was a flicker, just there - one I caught before he could mask it.The room went quiet. Only the hum of the air conditio
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