Hannah swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded firmly.
"I will."
Jean handed her the campaign deck back. "Go. Print this and put it on my desk for final sign off."
"On it, boss."
As Hannah turned to leave, Jean called out.. "And Hannah?"
She paused.
"You're not just an intern anymore."
The girl's face lit up like the sunrise. And Jean, for the first time that day, allowed herself a small, real smile.
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The front door clicked open.
Logan stepped in, his jacket slung over one shoulder, tie half loosened, hair slightly wind blown from the rooftop helipad. His whole body ached from back to back meetings and a stubborn investor call that had run two hours too long.
He was craving a hot shower, maybe leftovers, and the quiet comfort of Jean's presence.
What he didn't expect was chaos.
