The following morning, Mirena stepped into Crest Finances with her usual composure, a file tucked neatly under her arm, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. On the surface, she looked exactly the same—sharp, collected and untouchable.But beneath that calm exterior, there was a faint tension lingering.She hadn’t slept well.Not after everything.Halfway into the lobby, her gaze caught a familiar figure standing near the elevator. Hank. He stood there casually, hands in his pockets, waiting, like he had nowhere better to be.As she approached and stopped beside him, he turned slightly, his eyes sliding over her in a slow, deliberate once-over before a grin spread across his face.“Your personal life’s been pretty messy lately,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “Got any time left for actual business?”Mirena didn’t look at him. Not even a glance.He didn’t mind.“Like you know,” he continued, unfazed, “that collaboration you proposed with Octa?”Her fingers tigh
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