Just Drive
Elara stepped out of her office and immediately turned her head toward the hallway. For a moment, she didn’t see him. The corridor stretched in both directions, busy with movement and noise. Employees clustered in small groups, some laughing softly, some holding folders, others walking briskly as if afraid the day might disappear again if they did not move fast enough. Voices overlapped. Shoes clicked against the floor. The building felt alive in a way it hadn’t for weeks. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching. Then she saw him. Damien’s back was turned to her, unmistakable even from a distance. The cut of his jacket, the way he walked—straight-backed, unhurried, as if nothing behind him deserved another glance. He was heading toward the glass doors that led out to the drive and the u
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