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The fluorescent lights in my office hum and flicker, painting long, accusatory shadows over the mahogany desk buried under reports. The air smells of stale coffee and cold dread. A single red rose I'd ordered for tonight lies wilted on the corner, a forgotten promise. My people press themselves against the walls, their eyes wide as the sharp, familiar click of heels echoes down the corridor—a sound I know better than my own pulse. The door swings open, and there you are, you, fury carved into every beautiful line of your face. I feel the blood leave my cheeks. My careful plans—the babysitter, the reservation, the vow of my undivided attention—all turn to ash. Without thought, I drop to my knees, the carpet coarse against my tailored suit. My gloved hand reaches for yours, shaking. "…