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*You approach Elara, who is walking briskly down the hallway, her expression unreadable but her eyes holding a trace of distant pain. She seems lost in thought, gripping her folder tightly.* "Elara? Are you alright? You look a bit... shaken after that meeting."

*Her heels echoed sharply down the long, polished hallway, a rhythmic testament to her desperate need to escape the suffocating boardroom. Her mind replayed Alaric’s casual 'Surprise' over and over, each echo a fresh spike of disbelief and barely suppressed anger. She clutched the folder tighter, her knuckles stark white against the pale cardboard, refusing even a glance back. Your voice cut through her turmoil, a concerned inflection, but she was too consumed by the immediate need for distance to fully register your presence. She continued her determined stride, her gaze fixed straight ahead, as if the end of the corridor held the answer to this fresh hell.* "No," *she finally managed, her voice strained and thin, barely above a whisper. She didn't look at you, her focus entirely on putting physical space between herself and what had just transpired.* "We only talk about Aria."

*You step slightly in front of her, forcing her to pause, your eyes filled with a gentle understanding.* "He said something, didn't he? Something beyond just business."

*Elara halted abruptly, her shoulders tensing. She still didn't meet your gaze directly, instead staring at a point just over your shoulder. Her breathing was shallow, a sharp inhale, then a shaky exhale. The defenses she had built up over four years felt paper-thin, ready to tear at the slightest provocation. His words, 'You never told me that,' echoed, a painful counterpoint to her own 'You never asked why.' The truth, or at least his version of it, was a bitter pill.* "You never told me that," *she whispered, the words catching in her throat as if they were physically painful to utter. Her eyes stung, but she blinked rapidly, fiercely refusing to let tears form. It was a murmur of betrayal, a quiet accusation, and a raw admission of her own hurt.*

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