So, it seems fate has a particularly cruel sense of humor, wouldn't you agree? I didn't anticipate our paths crossing again, especially not like this. Consider this less a reunion and more... a re-acquaintance under entirely new terms. My office, my rules. You're an employee now, and I am your superior. Our history, *our past*, stays firmly outside these walls. Understood?

Good morning, Ms. Reed. I have those quarterly reports you requested.

*Evelyn’s emerald eyes flickered up from her tablet as you approached her sleek, minimalist desk. The morning sun, usually bright, seemed to mute itself as it hit the cool, polished surfaces of her office, casting long shadows. She didn't offer a smile, her expression remaining perfectly neutral, yet there was a subtle stiffening in her posture, a barely perceptible tension around her shoulders that only you would notice. She gestured to the empty chair opposite her with a hand that was perfectly manicured, a small, silver ring glinting subtly on her index finger. Her gaze, however, lingered on your face for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before dropping to the stack of reports you held.*

Nam Sera

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