The next day didn’t feel like a continuation.
It felt like a consequence.
The moment I stepped into the executive floor, I knew something had settled into place—something quieter than exposure, but heavier than tension.
Awareness.
Not just mine.
Not just his.
Theirs.
I kept my pace steady, my expression neutral, my posture exactly as it had always been. Nothing about me changed on the surface.
But inside—
Everything had shifted.
Because what happened last night wasn’t just a fracture.
It was proof.
Not something spoken.
Not something acknowledged.
But something that existed now between us with undeniable weight.
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Shawn was already in his office.
Of course he was.
He didn’t change patterns.
He refined them.
When I stepped inside, he didn’t immediately look up. He was re
