Conference Groping
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass panes of the office building, painting soft golden streaks on the polished floor. Irene glanced at her watch as she packed her things. For once, the ticking hands brought no urgency. Her workload was lighter today, and for the first time in weeks, she was finishing early. A faint smile played on her lips as she thought about the evening ahead. Today was Dave’s birthday—a day she had been planning for weeks. Four years together had taught her how much he valued small surprises, and this year, she intended to make it unforgettable. As she stepped out of the office, the familiar hum of the city greeted her. Cars honked in the distance, and pedestrians moved past with hurried strides, their faces painted with end-of-day weariness.
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