The words poured out sharper than I intended. But damn it, I’m tired. Tired of being poked and prodded like some fragile thing that might shatter at any moment.
For the first time, Ayumi looks caught off guard. Her cold, unshakable demeanor softens—just a fraction, but it’s enough to make me pause.
“Alright,” she says, her voice quieter than before. “I’ll see myself out.”
She turns on her heel and walks out without another word, leaving me alone in the silence of my office.
I exhale, leaning back in my chair and staring at the ceiling. What the hell was that about?
I decide not to dwell on it. Today’s a good day. I’m not letting anyone spoil it for me.
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It’s 9:00 p.m. Luke’s calls have been going straight to voicemail. I try again anyway, holding my breath as the line rings once,
