Eugene's POV
A week had passed since Flora started at the firm, and she was already turning heads in the department.
I sat at my desk, looking over the daily revenue reports, but my eyes kept drifting to the glass wall of my office. From here, I could see down the hallway toward the research pool. Flora was sitting at a desk, her head tilted as she listened to one of the senior analysts explain a market model. She asked three quick questions, her face bright with genuine curiosity, and the analyst looked completely taken aback by how fast she picked it up.
She was brilliant. It wasn't just young enthusiasm; she had a sharp, logical mind that cut straight through complex data. Watching her work, seeing how intelligent she was, only made the fire in my chest burn hotter.
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