"I thought you hated hugs" , I voiced out as he wrapped his arms ever so gently around me.
"I still do, but hugs from you are an exception", he pulled me closer, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Intrigued, I slightly tilted my head...
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The conference room buzzed with quiet anticipation as the slide clicked into place on the projector screen. I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled beneath my chin, watching as my team wrapped up a presentation on the latest construction timeline. Numbers, renderings, forecasts—everything was tracking ahead of schedule. For once, there was nothing to fix.
"We've begun structural work on Tower B," the lead engineer reported, gesturing to a layout on the screen. "And the revised procurement plan has reduced material delays by nearly seventeen percent."
I nodded, impressed. "Good. Let's keep that pace steady. I want a walkthrough scheduled next Thursday—unannounced."
A few heads bobbed. Notes were scribbled. The tone remained sharp, focused. Exactly how I liked it.
Just as the next speaker stepped forward to present financial projections, a soft, persistent vibration began against the polished wood of the table.
My phone.
I glanced down discreetly. The screen lit up with a string of messages. All of them from Prisha.
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Before I could even register the string of emojis, another message dropped.
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