Like he had every right to be there-
Was the last person I ever expected to see in this office.
1
+15 PS
Control
Lilia POV
“–we don’t wait for public reaction,” I said,, “we shape it before it becomes a narrative.”
My team nodded on the conference call.
Pens moving.
Tablets tapping.
Then the door opened.
I didn’t turn immediately.
I rarely do.
Clients walk in all the time.
Late. Early. Nervous. Arrogant.
It’s all the same.
“Mr. Ashton,” my assistant said softly from behind him. “Welcome.”
Ashton.
Right. 1
I turned my head.
And everything in my body… paused.
Not visibly.
Not dramatically.
Just… internally.
Because standing there- 1
Was Dave.
For a second, I almost lost it.
Not in a crying way.
Not in a breakdown way.
Just that brief, dangerous moment where your brain forgets what version of you is supposed to be present.
But five years is a long time to train control.
So I smiled.
That same professional smile I give every client.
Measured.
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