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." "Good. Let them sweat a little." I nodded, scrolling through the contract updates, though my mind wasn't really on the documents anymore. I kept thinking back to how Eva looked in this office. A little nervous. A little too familiar with the space. And the way Lucas had leaned back against the desk so casually, like she'd been there before. But they weren't standing close. Nothing happened. At least, nothing I could call out. Still... something about the air between them hadn't felt right. Lucas's voice pulled me back to the moment. "Henry." I blinked. "Yeah?" "You alright?" He was watching me carefully now. That sharp gaze of his that cut through most people. But I wasn't most people. I'd worked too hard to be rattled by anyone-boss or not. "I'm fine," I said. "Just thinking." Lucas leaned forward slightly, a hint of a smile curling his lips. "You seem distracted." "It's nothing." He didn't press, and I didn't offer more. Instead, I ta

idn't want to doubt her. Eva had been with me through my roughest moments. She'd stuck around when I had nothing to offer. But lately... something had shifted. The warmth in her eyes, the comfort in her presence-it was starting to fade. And now my boss-the man known for never getting personal-was making comments about her food? My thoughts spiraled as I walked back to my own office, barely registering the greetings of passing interns and executives. I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop, and stared at the screen, but my mind wasn't on the contract anymore.