Emilia gazed at the man before her.
This was Theodore—gentle, endlessly considerate, never someone who would hurt her.
That thought settled her nerves. She smiled.
“Mm,” she murmured, and placed her hand over his as he cupped her cheek.
The ring on her finger caught the light, glinting softly.
All those things in the past—they were behind her now. Today, she was Theodore’s fiancée.
“Here, drink some warm water.” Theodore stepped away and poured her a glass.
Emilia reached for the glass and took it, casting her eyes to the scenery outside the window.
“Is this the Glenn Group?” she asked.
She was sitting in a small side room off his office—a cozy nook clearly meant for his midday breaks.
Theodore nodded with a gentle chuckle. He circled behind his desk, where a stack of documents lay spread open.
It was obvious he’d been working when he noticed something was off with her and hurried over.
She felt a strange sort of novelty at the thought.
Cradling her glass, Emilia stood and wandered around.
She’d been here before, but usually just for business—quick visits, never lingering. She had her own office, after all.
This time was different; she’d fallen asleep in the car, and Theodore had carried her up here.
Emilia walked over to the vast floor-to-ceiling windows and took another sip of water.
She couldn’t believe she’d managed to sleep for so long.
She remembered, years ago, Joyce McCarthy used to tease her about her uncanny ability to wake up the moment the subway reached her stop.
But the truth was, she’d never really been asleep—just drifting in a half-dream.
Thinking of those days made the present feel even more vivid and real.
Just as she was lost in thought—
Knock, knock!


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