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Clara's hands trembled violently where they rested on the table, her fingers curling into themselves as though she could somehow disappear into her own palms. Her breathing became uneven, shallow, almost suffocating under the weight of the silence that had suddenly filled the room. Moments ago, she had spoken with confidence, with conviction, demanding punishment for a crime she had carefully pinned on another. Now, every eye in the room was fixed on her. The shift was brutal. The same colleagues who had nodded in agreement with her earlier now stared in disbelief. Some leaned back in their seats, whispering quietly to one another. Others simply watched, their expressions hardening as realization dawned. Clara shook her head repeatedly, her lips trembling as she struggled to find words."No... no, this is not what it looks like..."Her voice broke. Ronan did not interrupt her. He remained seated, composed, his gaze steady and unforgiving."It is exactly what it looks like."Clara's c

The next morning, Adaline stepped into the office with a calm expression, but something felt different the moment she crossed the entrance. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable to anyone who was not paying attention, yet to her it was loud. The atmosphere had shifted. The familiar hum of quiet conversations and clicking keyboards remained, but something underneath it had changed. It felt lighter. Safer.Her steps slowed slightly as she walked past the desks. Her eyes unconsciously searched for a familiar face. Clara. The space where she usually sat felt unusually empty, almost like a reminder of everything that had happened. Adaline's chest tightened slightly. She remembered how Clara used to approach her, asking questions, smiling, acting friendly, making her feel like she had someone she could trust in that unfamiliar environment.Now it all felt like a lie. A faint sadness crept into her thoughts. She had wanted to believe that not everyone around her had hidden intentions. She had w

Adaline had arrived at work that morning with a lightness she had not felt in days. The weather outside was calm, the kind that carried a soft brightness in the air, and it seemed to settle well with her mood. She stepped into the company premises with a faint smile on her face, her thoughts briefly drifting to the recent improvement in Mrs Margareta's condition. Knowing that she was recovering brought her a quiet sense of relief.For a moment, everything felt stable. Even though she had noticed how occupied Ronan had been lately, she chose not to dwell on it too much. There had been moments when she wanted to ask him what was wrong, whether something was bothering him beyond what was visible, but she held herself back. It did not feel like her place to intrude, and she respected the boundaries between them.That morning, she had seen him leave earlier than usual. He had not taken his breakfast, something small yet noticeable to her, and he had mentioned needing to attend to something

Adaline woke slowly, her body reluctant to move with her. Her eyes opened halfway before closing again, her face pressing deeper into the pillow as if she could sink back into sleep and avoid whatever weight had settled in her body. The room was quiet, the soft morning light slipping gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow across her bed and the neatly arranged space around her. Everything looked calm. But she did not feel calm. She finally opened her eyes again and stared at the ceiling, her mind slowly catching up with the way her body felt. There was a dull heaviness in her limbs, not painful, just enough to make every movement feel delayed. She inhaled and pushed herself up. The moment she sat upright, she felt it more clearly. A light dizziness passed through her, followed by a strange weakness that settled in her arms and legs. She paused, her hand resting against the side of her head as she let the feeling pass. Her brows pulled together slightly. It must be because of

Ronan stood at the doorway for a moment longer than he should have, his hand resting lightly against the frame as his gaze settled on Adaline. She was still asleep, her breathing steady, her face relaxed in a way he had not seen often. There was no tension in her brows, no quiet resistance in her expression, just a softness that made it difficult for him to step forward and wake her.He had come to do exactly that. To wake her and take her home.But now that he was here, watching her, he hesitated.Something about the stillness of the room, about the quiet rise and fall of her chest, made him pause. It felt wrong to disturb her, wrong to pull her out of this rare moment of peace.His gaze lingered. Longer than necessary.Then she stirred. It was slight at first, just a small movement of her hand against the blanket, then her lashes fluttered as her eyes slowly opened. She blinked once, then again, her gaze adjusting before it landed on him. For a second, she simply looked at him. Stil