The words lingered in the air. "We need to talk." Valerie's fingers tightened around the microfiber cloth until her knuckles turned pale. She had imagined this moment more times than she cared to admit. There had been nights when she wondered what she would say if she ever saw him again. She imagined herself shouting at him, demanding answers, asking why he never came back after promising he would. Then there were nights when she imagined simply walking away. Four years had changed those fantasies. Now, all she wanted was peace. She lowered her gaze again. "I'm sorry, Sir," she said professionally. "I'm still on duty." Drugo remained where he was. "I'm aware." "So... if you'll excuse me, I still have work to finish." She took a step toward the opposite side of the lounge, intending to slip past him. "Valerie." Her name rolled off his tongue as naturally as it had four years ago. She stopped. Not because she wanted to. Because hearing him say her nam
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