Tensions Rise

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As Emily's account grew more demanding, the stakes got higher. The client was one of Evergreen's biggest, and the pressure to deliver an exceptional campaign was immense. Late nights became the norm, and Emily found herself spending more and more time with Nathan.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, they were in the office kitchen, taking a much-needed break. Emily leaned against the counter, exhaustion written all over her face.

"I don't think I've ever been this tired," she said, rubbing her temples.

Nathan, who had been pouring a glass of water, glanced at her with a concerned expression. "You're pushing yourself too hard."

Emily shook her head. "I have to. This campaign... it's everything."

Nathan stepped closer, his voice softer. "You don't have to do it alone, you know. We're in this together."

For a moment, the weight of his words settled over her. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the kitchen. There was something in his gaze—something that made her stomach flip. But just as quickly, Nathan turned away, breaking the moment.

Emily exhaled, wondering if she had imagined the flicker of tension between them.

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