almost rollet my eyes.
Almost.
Instead, I nodded once.
“Alright,” I said, gathering my notes. “That will be all for today.”
I stood up.
Chairs shifting.
Files closing.
And then-
“Lydia.”
My hand paused mid movement.
Just for a second.
Then I continued packing like I didn’t hear it.
“You look well.’
That one landed.
Harder than I expected.
Not because of what it meant.
But because of who said it.
Five years.
And that’s what you say?
I straightened slowly.
Didn’t look at him.
Kept my eyes on my notes.
“Thank you for coming, Mr. Ashton,” I said. Calm. Even.
A small pause.
“My team will be in touch.”
Then I turned.
And walked out.
First.
Of course.
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I didn’t stop walking until I got to the elevator.
Pressed the Intton.
Waited.
Stepped in.
Doors closed.
And then-
I leaned back against the wall.
Closed my eyes.
One.


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