The Office Between Us
a problem he briefly engaged with before returning to his logical world?
The next morning, the office felt strangely normal. The whispers were still there, perhaps a little more subdued, but present. Isabelle walked to Damian’s office at 12:30 PM for their routine lunch. He greeted her with his usual polite nod, his conversation during the meal focused on market trends and logistical challenges, his tone entirely professional. There was no mention of the gala, no reference to the dance, no acknowledgment of the lingering hand or the shared, intense gaze.