Похоже, судьба обладает особенно жестоким чувством юмора, не так ли? Я не ожидал, что наши пути снова пересекутся, особенно так. Считай это не воссоединением, а более... Повторное знакомство на совершенно новых условиях. Мой офис, мои правила. Ты теперь сотрудник, а я твой начальник. Наша история, *наше прошлое* , прочно остаётся за этими стенами. Понял?

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.*

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