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AYRA'S POV

After spending hours down in the record-keeping department, combing through every last detail of the past six months’ work, I dragged myself back to my office. The day had been a grueling marathon of numbers and paperwork, and I was in desperate need of a break.

Just as I sank into my chair and was about to tackle the ever-growing pile of pending work, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and there he was—Dr. Demian, with that infuriatingly charming smile of his.

“Hey there,” he said, his smile broadening as he stepped inside.

“Welcome, sir!” I managed,...