Sunshine and The Beast
Even the chaos.
I walked into my office slowly, fingers grazing the edge of my desk like I was reacquainting myself with something lost. It was clean, perfectly arranged. Just the way I left it.
“God, finally.”
I turned around and found Rebecca, my assistant, standing at the doorway, arms crossed, a wide grin on her face. She looked the same, stylish as always, sharp-witted, expressive brown eyes behind her glasses. But her expression was laced with something more than amusement—relief, maybe. Affection.
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