Let me show you what love is!

Rebecca's Composure

"I am Rebecca Armstrong," she stated, her voice confident and poised. "Lawyer and partner of Goldlin Enterprises."

Her professional demeanor belied the fleeting emotions I saw earlier.

"Freen," I replied, standing up to shake her hand.

Her grip was firm, but I sensed a hint of tremble.

"Please, have a seat," Rebecca gestured.

As we sat, I noticed the subtle tension in her shoulders.

"Ms. Freen, I've reviewed your proposal," she began.

"Please, call me Freen," I said.

Rebecca's eyes met mine.

"Freen," she repeated.

For a moment, our gazes locked.

The air thickened.

Rebecca broke the silence.

"Your proposal is...intriguing."

I leaned forward.

"Intriguing?" I echoed.

Rebecca's smile was measured.

"I'd like to discuss potential adjustments."

Her composure was impressive.

But I sensed the undercurrents.

There was more to Rebecca Armstrong than met the eye.

The meeting concluded after an hour.

Rebecca's smile was genuine.

"I'm pleased with your proposal, Freen," she said.

Relief washed over me.

"Thank you, Rebecca," I replied.

As we stood, I noticed the tension in her shoulders easing.

"I'll finalize the documents," she said.

"Looking forward to it," I responded.

We shook hands again.

This time, her grip was steady.

"Becky?" I stuttered, my voice barely audible.

Her expression changed from professional to shocked.

Memories flooded my mind.

"Becky, why did you leave?" I blurted.

Becky's eyes dropped.

"Not here, Freen," she whispered.

My frustration simmered.

"Fine," I bit out.

As I left Goldlin Enterprises, questions swirled in my mind.

What had happened between Becky and me?

Why did she leave?

And why was she hiding behind "Rebecca"?

The city streets blurred together.

My thoughts remained with her.

This meeting just became personal.