~Katia~
The view from my office towered over the Brooklyn skyline, glass and steel stretching like a cathedral built for power. Sunlight poured in through the windows, spilling over the dark oak desk and the neat stacks of documents I’d been combing through since seven a.m. Sharp black fountain pen in hand, I made notes in the margin of a contract I’d have rewritten by the end of the day. One of our AI integration deals with a European defense firm needed restructuring.
A soft knock tapped at the door before it opened. Sam stepped inside, with folders in one hand and her usual iced coffee in the other. Her heels were silent against the polished floors, her presence as seamless in this office as she was the night she picked me off the concrete in nothing but a bathrobe.
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