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I step back, forcing myself to turn away. Every part of me wants to stay, to cross that line, but I have to do this right. I head towards the bedroom, my fists clenching and unclenching as I fight the urge to change my mind.

God, if only she knew how much it’s taking me to walk away, to go to bed alone. But I want this to last, and for that, I need to slow down, no matter how much it drives me crazy.

Chapter 24: Emily

I glance at the clock on the wall, trying to keep my focus on Anita's presentation. It’s almost five, and my mind is already half out the door, eager to get home and prepare for my date with Andrew.

Anita, the head of marketing, is in full swing, going over the revamped social media strategy for the Army Base Riviera launch.

She’s animated, her hands moving as she talks about engagement rates, targeted ads, and influencer partnerships. It’s exciting to see how everything’s coming together.

The renovations are almost complete, and the project feels like it’s finally falling into place.

“The new social media layout has been a hit,” Anita says, flipping to the next slide on the screen.

“We’ve seen a 30% increase in engagement, and the influencers we’ve partnered with are pushing the brand exactly how we hoped. We’re all set for the pre-launch campaign next week.”

I nod, trying to hide my impatience. “That’s great, Anita. Let’s make sure we have everything locked down by Monday so we can focus on the final touches for the launch. We’re almost there.”

Anita beams, clearly proud of her team’s efforts. “Absolutely, Emily. I’ll send you a detailed update by the end of the day.”

“Perfect.” I stand, gathering the papers on the conference table. “Thanks for all the hard work. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Anita gathers her things, and as she heads out the door, she pauses and gives me a knowing smile. “Have a great evening, Emily.”

My face heats up. Am I that obvious? “Thanks.”

The door shuts behind her and I quickly organize my desk so I can head out. My phone buzzes, and I see Andrew's mom’s name flash on the screen. My stomach tightens a bit, and I almost consider letting it go to voicemail.

Taking a breath, I swipe to answer. “Hello, Mrs. Bennett,” I say, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Hello Emily, I’m so glad I caught you. How are you, dear?” she says, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

“I’m good, thank you. How are you?” I reply.

“I’m doing well, thank you. Listen, I was thinking it’s been ages since we’ve had a proper chat. I’d love it if we could do a girls’ lunch next week. Just the two of us. How does that sound?”

I hesitate, unsure of what to say. As much as I appreciate Barbara’s friendliness, it worries me. What will happen when Andrew and I part ways?

What if this thing with Andrew develops into something more? Something permanent.

The thought brings on a wave of dizziness. I can’t think like that now. I can’t afford to fall for him.

You already have.

I push away that frightening thought.

“Emily?” Barbara asks in a soft voice, bringing me back to the present.

I inhale deeply and smile, then realize that she can’t see my face. “That sounds lovely,” I say. “When were you thinking?”

“How about next Wednesday? I’ll pick a nice place. It’ll be my treat,” Barbara says.

“Okay, Wednesday works. I’ll see you then.”

“Oh, wonderful! I’m so excited, Emily. Have a great weekend, dear.”

“You too, Barbara. Bye.”

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