The night after the rain wouldn’t leave Adam’s mind.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Emily, her hair damp against her neck, her eyes full of something she couldn’t say.
He had tried to bury the memory, drown it in work, but it stayed. Like the scent of rain on skin, it clung to him.
The next morning, Mr. Johnson called for an early meeting. Adam arrived before everyone else, trying to look composed. His mentor greeted him with the same friendly tone, but there was something different in his eyes, something watchful.
“Good morning, Adam,” he said, tapping a file on the desk. “You’ll be working closely with Emily this week. She’s helping finalize the investor portfolio before the gala.”
Adam’s stomach tightened. “Of course, sir.”
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