The teasing eventually melted into easy conversation, the kind that flowed without effort. The group lounged across the oversized cushions, the late afternoon sun casting everything in a soft, golden haze. Someone ordered another round of drinks, and soon Harper had everyone laughing with stories from the PR trenches-like the time a junior associate sent out a press release that began with “Dear Insert Name Here,” or how she once caught two interns strategizing” a little too enthusiastically in the supply closet. Even James couldn’t hold back his laughter. Maya giggled until her sides hurt, surprised by how light everything felt-how easy. But what caught her most off guard… was him. Damien wasn’t just composed. He was at ease. Shirt...
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