Talk to me nicely
“So… what do you have for me today?”
Chelle exhaled, letting some of the tension drain from her shoulders. She pushed the chair back and leaned on the edge of his desk, papers and folders forgotten for a moment as she met his eyes. There was work to do, sure—but in that instant, she felt grounded. Connected. Maybe the world wasn’t quite as dramatic as Victoria made it seem.
And then they fell into their rhythm, discussing reports, deadlines, strategies—words flowing naturally, punctuated with the occasional teasing glance or soft touch of a hand
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