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I just never did.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” She puts her phone away. “And thank you for this. I do appreciate it.”

“Tomorrow,” I echo.

We step away from the awning into the lighter rain. The city feels refreshed, vibrant in a way that only comes after a good downpour. People around us are starting to bustle again, umbrellas snapping shut, feet splashing through puddles.

“Goodbye, Oliver,” Nora says, pulling her jacket tighter around her as she turns to leave.

“Goodbye, Nora.” I watch her walk away, her figure gradually blending with the crowd until I can’t pick her out anymore. There’s a mix of emotions swirling inside me — relief, anticipation, and an old familiar flutter that I thought I’d managed to bury years ago.

I head in the opposite direction, hands buried in my pockets, replaying the conversation in my head. I hate that I lost touch with her, but at the time, it seemed the right thing to do. She was always the one thing that could distract me.

And yes, I’ve still got a crush on her. There’s no denying it now, not when my heart did a triple somersault at her smile. But I’ve learned a thing or two since college about keeping personal feelings out of the workplace, and I’m confident no problems will arise from us working together.

As I weave through the pedestrians, I can’t help feeling fortunate. Running into her today wasn’t something I had planned, but somehow, it feels like it was supposed to happen. Like all roads were meant to lead back to Nora in some form or another. As I duck into the building that houses my company, the lingering sound of rain above mixing with the rumble of trains below, I find myself looking forward to tomorrow in a way I haven’t looked forward to anything in a long time.

CHAPTER 10

NORA

I’m juggling my phone between my ear and shoulder, trying to not botch my mascara application as Lynn practically shrieks down the line.

“You’re kidding! Oliver? As in Oliver Wolfe?”

“Yep, that’s him,” I say, carefully capping the tube and examining my reflection. Eight years haven’t been kind enough to erase the butterflies he stirs up inside me.

“And you just… ran into him?” Lynn’s voice is a mix of skepticism and excitement.

“Right after you left the coffee shop. Talk about serendipity.” I smile at the memory. The way his eyes still crinkled when he smiled, how his presence seemed to fill the space around him.

“Serendipity or fate?” Lynn teases.

“Isn’t that the same thing?” I retort, slipping on my blazer and giving myself one final once-over. Professional, poised, and ready to take on the world — or at least Wolfe Property Group.

“Girl, this is straight out of a rom-com. You realize that, right?” Her laugh bubbles through the phone, and I can’t suppress my own. “Now go knock ’em dead!”

“Thanks, Lynnie. I’ll call you after work.” I grab my purse, keys, and the extra confidence I’ve mustered for today.

“Good luck!” she says before we hang up.

Stepping out of my apartment, I feel nervous about the day ahead. It’s more than just a new job; it’s a step closer to the dreams I’ve been chasing since passing the bar. Oliver’s company is known for its volunteer work and all the humanitarian organizations it funds. They’re actually doing good things in the world.

Using the temporary pass that was emailed to me ahead of me getting my official badge, I access Wolfe Property Group’s private parking garage. The sleek lines of Oliver’s building rise before me, its glass facade reflecting the morning sun. I draw in a deep breath, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nostalgia. This is where Oliver built his empire, where he shaped his dreams into reality. And now, I’m about to become a part of it.

Pushing through the revolving doors, I’m enveloped by the hum of activity. Stepping onto the polished floor of the first level, I know that from this moment on, everything could change. For better or worse, my path has led me here, to the heart of Oliver’s world and maybe, just maybe, back into his life.

I shake my head at the thought — a silly one. Ollie — Oliver — has made it clear our personal relationship is dead. I need to move on already.

Upstairs, I’m greeted by Jenna from HR. Her smile is warm and bright, immediately putting me at ease. The hum of conversation and the clatter of keyboards fill the air — everyone is absorbed in their work, heads bowed over glowing screens.

“We’re all really excited to have you on board,” Jenna says as we walk down the hallway.

“Thank you. I’m happy to be here.”

She swings open a door to reveal an office that’s all mine. It’s spacious, with a generous desk fronting a large window that offers a panoramic view of the city skyline. Sunlight spills across the gleaming surface of the desk, catching on a placard engraved with my name. It feels surreal, like stepping into a daydream I’ve had a thousand times before, but now it’s real, tangible.

“Wow, this is more than I expected,” I admit, stepping inside and running my fingers over the cool glass desktop.

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