Liora's POV
The first week after I registered for the certification exam felt manageable. The second week felt difficult, and by the third week, I was beginning to question my sanity.
I stared at the stack of study materials spread across the dining table in the apartment Gina and I shared and rubbed my tired eyes. It was nearly midnight, and I had spent the last three hours reviewing legal procedures, document management standards, client confidentiality regulations, and enough technical equipment to make my head hurt.
The apartment was quiet, too quiet.
I turned another page, highlighting a paragraph I'd already read twice, when I heard a bedroom door open. A moment later, Gina wandered into the living room wearing an oversized T-shirt and pajama shorts, her hair piled into a messy b
