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“I love Tim, okay? I love him more than life itself,” Diane said, her voice trembling as she wiped away the tears streaming down her face.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I met Tim at Harvard Business School ten years ago. At first, he seemed like just another middle-class guy,smart, ambitious, but nothing extraordinary. I wasn’t interested in him at all. But there was something about him… something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the way he believed in himself. His determination, his perseverance. He had this quiet confidence that made him stand out without even trying.”

Diane paused for a moment, lost in the memory.

“It was a rainy afternoon,” she continued softly, staring at the floor as if she could see it all playing out again. “I had been procrastinating for weeks on an important essay, and that day, I told myself I had to submit it, rain or not. The campus was nearly empty,most students had chosen to stay indoors. The sky was dark, and the scent of wet earth filled the air. I remember clutching my bag tightly and walking briskly through the admin hallway, my shoes tapping against the slick floor.”

She let out a small, sad chuckle. “And then, in the most Diane way possible, I slipped.”

Inspector Caesar smiled slightly, watching her intently.

“One second, I was walking, and the next, my foot hit a loose tile. I tried to catch myself, but my balance was gone. I fell hard,and before I knew it, my leg had slipped into this ridiculous hole near the edge of the hallway. Pain shot up my ankle, and for a moment, I just lay there, stunned, the cold rain soaking through my clothes.”

Diane let out a shaky breath. “And that’s when he came.”

Her eyes softened. “Tim.”

“I didn’t even see him approaching. I was too focused on the pain. But then, suddenly, he was there, crouching beside me, his face filled with concern. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked, his voice so gentle it made my chest tighten. I tried to brush it off,I hated looking vulnerable,but when I attempted to move, a sharp pain stopped me.

‘You’re hurt,’ he said. His brow furrowed as he examined my ankle. ‘You can’t walk like this. Come on, I’ll help you.’”Diane smiled faintly. “I hesitated, of course. I barely knew him. But there was something about the way he said it,so sure, so steady,that made me trust him. I let him pull me up, and before I could protest, he was half-carrying me toward his car.”

She blinked back fresh tears. “His apartment wasn’t far from campus. It was small but neat, with books stacked on every surface. I remember him leading me to the couch, disappearing for a moment, then coming back with a first-aid kit. He knelt in front of me, carefully rolling up my jeans, his fingers warm against my skin.”

Diane swallowed hard. “He was so gentle, so focused. He cleaned the wound, wrapped my ankle, and then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he started massaging my foot.”

She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “I remember looking at him, completely baffled. And that’s when he looked up, his eyes locking onto mine.”

‘Diane, how did you even fall into that hole?’ he asked, smiling slightly.

Diane let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she wiped another tear from her cheek. “I was surprised that he knew my name. I mean, I knew of Tim Carter, the ambitious business student with big dreams,but I never thought he’d ever notice me. I guess I underestimated him.”

She took a deep breath before continuing. “He helped me sit up on his couch, still carefully wrapping my ankle as if it were made of glass. ‘Diane Grey, straight-A student, daughter of Michael Grey, the billionaire. Of course, I know you,’ he said. But there was no arrogance in his voice, no intimidation, no awe. He didn’t treat me like I was special,he treated me like a person. And that’s when I first noticed him. Really noticed him.”

Caesar leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, listening intently. He wasn’t just looking for sentiment,he was looking for any slip-ups, anything that could tell him more than Diane intended. But for now, he let her speak.

Diane exhaled, collecting her thoughts as she wiped her face with trembling fingers. “After that day, I started seeing Tim everywhere. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but eventually, I realized he was just… everywhere. The library, the business faculty halls, even the quiet little coffee shop I liked to study in. And every time, he’d act like it was nothing. Like it was normal that we’d keep running into each other."

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “But Tim was anything but normal. He had this way of making people believe in him, making them want to listen. He wasn’t the richest guy at Harvard, not by a long shot, but there was something about him. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, like he was already somebody before the world even knew his name.”

Caesar tilted his head, listening, observing. He wasn’t here for love stories, but there was something in Diane’s tone;something deep, something real.

“I started looking forward to seeing him,” she admitted. “I’d walk into a room and secretly hope he’d be there. And, somehow, he always was. One evening, I was struggling with a financial case study,it was frustrating, complex, something even the smartest students in my class were finding difficult. Tim saw me drowning in papers at the library and just pulled out a chair like he belonged there. No invitation, no hesitation. Just sat down, looked at my work, and said, ‘You’re overthinking it.’”She smiled at the memory. “I wanted to be annoyed, but damn it, he was right. He explained it to me in the simplest way, breaking down the problem like it was the easiest thing in the world. And that was Tim. He saw solutions where other people saw obstacles. He made the impossible seem easy.”

Caesar watched her closely. “And that’s when you fell for him?”

Diane’s smile softened, a hint of nostalgia flickering in her eyes. “Not yet,” she admitted. “I was stubborn. I wasn’t ready to fall for anyone, not then. But Tim… he had this way of making himself impossible to ignore.

"There was this annual Harvard business pitch competition. It was prestigious,students from all over competed to have their ideas recognized by actual investors. Everyone expected the children of billionaires to dominate, and, well… they weren’t wrong. But Tim? He had no connections, no background, just a damn good idea and a way with words. And he made it to the finals.”

Caesar raised a brow. “And let me guess,he won?”

Diane let out a small chuckle. “No,” she said. “But he should have. The judges favored the trust fund kids, as always, but Tim didn’t care. He gave the most passionate pitch I had ever seen. He didn’t need a victory,he just needed people to hear him. And they did.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “That was the moment I knew. Knew he was different. Knew he was going to be something great. Knew that I wanted to be part of whatever he was building.”

Her voice grew quieter. “We started dating a few months later. And from then on… it was us against the world.”

She looked up at Caesar, her expression unreadable. “And that’s how I met Tim Carter.”

The room fell into silence, the weight of her words settling in the air. Caesar tapped his fingers on the table, watching her carefully.

“Interesting,” he finally said. “Very interesting.”