Fated love
The sight made Claire smile.
“You’re glowing,” she teased, walking over with a mug in hand.
Cleo rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. “Glowing from morning sickness, maybe.”
They both laughed. Then, as Claire went to grab her purse, Cleo’s gaze fell on her outfit—sleek, professional, and unmistakably corporate.
“So… you’re really going to resign today?” Cleo asked softly, standing up.
Claire adjusted the strap of her bag, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. “Yeah,” she said with quiet determination. “It’s time.”
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