(Sienna) "If this fails," Adrian said, "we lose everything."The words settled in the room the way heavy things settle: without drama, without the courtesy of softening.I looked at him across the desk. At the specific quality of stillness he'd developed in the past week, the one that wasn't control anymore but something closer to its absence. He'd stopped managing the space between us. I didn't yet have a word for what he was doing instead."Then we don't fail," I said.He looked at me for a long moment. Then he reached across the table, palm up. Not a gesture he'd have made three weeks ago. Three weeks ago his hands moved with purpose or not at all. This was something different, an offering without terms, without the architecture of strategy underneath it.I put my hand in his.His fingers closed around mine. The room was quiet. Outside, the city continued its indifferent Tuesday, and in here the weight of everything we'd just committed to pressed down and neither of us moved to re
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