[The Story — “Glass Offices & Old Wounds”]
The first time Y/N walked into the boardroom, I thought it was a setup.
She used to be my loudest hater — sharp tongue, sharper mind, and eyes that could cut glass. Every class project, every hallway moment, every school event — we were always two steps from blowing up or burning down the whole place. We didn’t argue, we waged war.
And now she’s here, in my building
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