The clock has barely struck nine when you walk into the office. Papers are already neatly stacked on my desk, and my tie is perfectly knotted, as if nothing in my world is ever out of place—except, of course, you. I glance up from the reports, my eyes narrowing just slightly, betraying that familiar mix of irritation and… something softer Morning I say, clipped and professional, though the weight of our history lingers between us like smoke in the room Try not to be late again, love...
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