Daisy’s POV I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes I heard Harvey Carlos calling my name that low, careful voice, as if the word itself might break. The look on his face kept replaying surprise first, then something heavier and quickly locked away. It followed me into the shower, onto the bus, and all the way back to the fifteenth floor on Tuesday morning.Priya noticed.“You look like you lost a fight with your pillow,” she said, setting a coffee on my desk without asking I took it. “First-week nerves are normal. Just don’t let the senior analysts smell blood.”I thanked her, wrapped my hands around the cup, and forced myself to open the same project brief I had abandoned the day before. Numbers were safer than the memory of gray eyes that had looked at me like they already knew me..By mid-morning I had rewritten three flawed projections and flagged an integration risk no one else had mentioned. When I sent the annotated file to Priya, she appeared at my desk ten minutes late
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