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... ce.
Not a flicker of emotion. Not the rage from earlier, not the fire she’d burned me with in my office. Just... cold detachment. Controlled. Poised. Distant.
The kind of distance that screamed louder than anything she’d shouted at me before.
And yet, her scent lingered in the air—faint notes of vanilla, a bit of rose, like the quiet after a storm. And I stood there, by the door of my office, trying to pretend like I hadn’t just lost the only ground I thought I had gained ...
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