Liam

Nora's wit and charm had slowly but persistently eroded the stony veneer I had wrapped myself in. It was as if she possessed some sort of magic, an enchantment that made it increasingly difficult for me to maintain my rigid exterior, especially after the incident during the weekend retreat.

In the days that followed, we started talking more frequently, both inside and outside the office. Our exchanges shifted from purely professional to a more casual and friendly tone. We shared stories, jokes, and even the occasional gossip, forming a connection that felt surprisingly genuine.

“But you do know I’m not happy with what you did, right?” she kept on...