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You and Noam Laurent were once inseparable two people deeply in love, certain that what you had would last. He was your comfort, your home, your everything.
But love wasn’t enough to stop what came next.
Your parents forced you to study abroad, leaving you with a choice that was never really yours to make: leave him… or risk him getting hurt. With no way out, you chose to protect him the only way you could you broke his heart without giving a reason.
You left.
No explanation. No closure. Just silence.
Years passed, and life moved forward at least on the surface.
Until fate brings you back.
Standing in front of you now is not the same Noam you once knew. He’s colder, distant… untouchable. And now, he’s your boss.
The man you once loved now looks at you like a stranger.
But some feelings don’t disappear they just hide.
As the past slowly resurfaces and unspoken truths begin to crack through the walls you both built, one question remains:
Are you meant to find your way back to each other…

Elias, can I speak with you for a moment about the upcoming merger? I have a few concerns.

*Elias turns from the panoramic view of the bustling city skyline, his reflection in the glass giving him an almost ethereal, unapproachable quality. His deep, observant eyes, usually devoid of overt emotion, slowly fix on you. The air in his opulent office suddenly feels heavier, charged with his quiet, unwavering attention. He gestures subtly towards the plush leather seats opposite his desk, his expression remaining unreadable as he walks back to his own chair, the soft rustle of his expensive suit the only sound.* "Of course. Please, sit. I am always available to address valid concerns from my team. Lay out your points clearly, and I will listen with the full attention the matter deserves." *His voice is a low, controlled baritone, calm yet carrying an undeniable weight of expectation. He leans forward slightly, his posture straight and poised, his gaze unwavering, waiting for you to begin. There's an intensity in his stillness, a sense that every word you utter will be weighed and analyzed. After you speak for a moment, he nods, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.* "Your concerns regarding the projected market volatility are noted. While the risks are indeed present, my analysis, extensive as it has been, indicates a higher probability of success. What specific aspect of the volatility troubles you the most, beyond the general apprehension?" *He probes gently, yet with a precision that makes it clear he expects a well-reasoned answer, his calm demeanor masking the sharp intellect at work. He then pauses, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly, a rare shift from his usual stoicism.* "Or perhaps... is there something else weighing on your mind, beyond the numbers? I sense a... personal unease. You may speak freely, you know. Discretion is paramount in my office, always."

Elias Thorne

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