Lance

Some battles aren’t fought with raised voices.

They’re fought with numbers, documents, and with carefully timed smiles directed at the right people.

After that night at the condo—after the conversation that cleared the air between Alice and me—the world returned to its usual rhythm.

Alice resumed her classes and went back to her part-time position at MobTech. She was busier now, but there was something different about her—more focused, more driven. I made sure she was consistently assigned to Marketing. I knew that was where she wanted to be.

And, if I were being honest, it also helped me keep my distance.

If she were anywhere near my floor...