"It doesn't matter what I think. What matters is what she thinks."
As he spoke, a fleeting shadow of loneliness crossed his eyes, a nuance the older woman caught instantly.
Both seemed weighed down by burdens they couldn't bear to let go.
The atmosphere grew thick with unspoken tension.
It only broke when the sound of footsteps echoed from upstairs, making them instinctively turn away.
Upstairs.
The young man paused, spotting the two of them in the foyer. He lowered his gaze, seeming to understand the weight of the moment.
But he quickly walked away.
The next day.
Since Chloe Thorne's newly rented apartment was quite a distance from the Sterling Group headquarters, Lyra left half an hour early.
The office was practically empty when she arrived.
She settled into her desk and immediately began drafting the contract.
By the time she finished the initial outline, her colleagues were trickling in, filling up the surrounding cubicles.
Director Lancaster was the last to walk in.
She scanned the room, her gaze locking onto Lyra. "Lyra," she said coolly. "In my office."
"On my way," Lyra replied, a brief, knowing smile playing on her lips.
It was finally happening.
Clearly, some people had zero patience.
She saved the drafted document, sent a copy directly to Silas Chambers's phone, and made sure to back up the file.
Only when her bases were fully covered did she stand up and head toward the director's office.


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