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ELEANOR
I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with a mix of determination and uncertainty. I was dressed in a tailored suit, the sharp lines of the fabric hugging my figure, projecting an image of strength and control.
I wanted to be like that. My decision was made—I would return to the company soon. No more hiding, no more allowing fear to dictate my actions. The stalker had already taken enough from me, but she refused to let him take my future.
I inhaled deeply, steadying myself, and adjusted the collar of my blazer, my fingers lingering on the fabric as if drawing strength from it.
There was a resolve in my eyes that hadn’t been there before—a resolve to face whatever came my way, to confront the shadows that had been haunting me.
I realized, I
