Chapter 26: Unmistakable
For a while, life became almost offensively normal. That was the first thing that unsettled me. No mountain cottages. No stolen dinners. No impossible birthday nights with Anton’s hands at my waist and the world narrowed to candlelight and bad judgment. No late-night messages that said too much by saying almost nothing. No accidental collisions in hallways that didn’t feel accidental at all. Just work. My headquarters had its own rhythm now, one I had built piece by piece until it finally moved without needing my blood as fuel every hour of the day. Meetings. Product reviews. Expansion calls. Brand negotiations. Team lunches eaten over dashboards and revised forecasts. The kind of life I had once wanted so badly I would have called this version of it victory. And maybe it was. The co
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