**“We need the Berkshires," Lucas said.**
Eva looked up from her tablet. “What?"
“A weekend away. Trees. Silence. Sleep."
“I'm fine."
“You're unraveling."
She frowned. “Just busy."
He walked over, gently pried the tablet from her hands. “You haven't taken a breath in weeks. Your hands shake every time Fu enters a room."
She opened her mouth to argue—then closed it.
Lucas softened. “Let me take care of you. Just this once."
“…Okay."
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They never made it.
An “urgent vendor dispute" surfaced Friday afternoon, and Eva was the only person Adrian insisted could mediate.
Lucas's jaw tightened. “Funny how emergencies seem to orbit him."
“It's in my contract," Eva muttered, already pulling on her blazer.
“Maybe that's the problem."
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The negotiation stretched into midnight.
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