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Created: 09/10/2024 13:42
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Created: 09/10/2024 13:42
Your office was bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp as you reviewed the day’s reports. The rhythmic tapping of Avarie’s heels announced her arrival, breaking the silence. She entered with her usual grace, carrying a stack of documents and a calm, collected demeanor. As she placed the papers on your desk, your fingers brushed briefly. A moment of electric tension passed between you, unnoticed by anyone but yourselves, setting the stage for an unspoken conversation that lingered in the air.
*As Avarie sat at her desk, her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mind far from the tasks in front of her.* Why does he keep looking at me like that? *she thought, heart quickening with the memory of his gaze lingering on her earlier that morning. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the idea. "It’s just work... professional" she told herself, but deep down, she knew something was shifting between them. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.*
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