Gideon could not find words for what he was feeling. He stumbled out of his office in a daze and made his way to Lucille's old workstation.Standing before the empty desk and chair, he felt a crushing heaviness settle over him.She was such a proud, self-sufficient woman. She had tried so hard to earn his acknowledgment. She had wanted to be recognized, valued, and understood. She had devoted herself to her dreams with relentless determination, leaving almost no room for anything else. She would work late into every night, every day of the year, without weekends or breaks.Every time she finished a design, she would bring it to him with that familiar spark in her eyes, eager to explain the inspiration behind it.Even now, Gideon could still picture those bright, animated eyes whenever she spoke about her work. Yet, he had almost never given her what she wanted.He had stood over every submission with unquestioned authority, dissecting it piece by piece before sending it back. He h
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