LEILA
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As I pulled on a t-shirt and jeans I found draped over a chair, clothes that suddenly felt foreign and constricting after being so utterly exposed, Sophia started tidying up the room a little, covering up the evidence of the storm.
She picked up a stray sock, smoothed the papers on the desk.
"Oh, speaking of the week, guess what happened while you were recovering from your intense moment with the boss?"
"What?"
"The collaboration" she announced, a note of triumph in her voice, a clear separation between the personal chaos and the professional victory.
"The big one! The one we've been working on for months! The one that almost went down in flames after the presentation! The one I was convinced we had blown to hell"
"No way," I was surprised, did someone later save my f
