AMARA'S POVOn Friday morning, I walked into the office at five to eight with a coffee in my hand and a plan to be efficient, quiet, and entirely unbothered.Our office was empty. Lorry's jacket wasn't on the chair. His laptop wasn't on the desk. I stood there for a second, frowning, then checked my phone. Nothing. No message, no note.I put my bag down and went to find him.I found him at the end of the corridor, in my old office, the one Sandra had taken. The door was wide open. Lorry sat in the visitor's chair with a stack of papers on his knee, and Sandra was perched on the edge of the desk beside him, close enough that her shoulder touched his, laughing at something he'd said.I stopped walking."Oh" Sandra said, spotting me. "Good morning, Amara. You're early"Lorry looked up. A flicker crossed his face, caught, as if I'd walked in on something he'd meant to explain. "Amara""What did i interrupt""Nothing we're revising the tender. We're finishing the last sections today""Her
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