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Tracy's POV
The office was quieter than usual when I arrived. The morning air still smelled faintly of rain and coffee. Nathan waved at me as I passed. "Morning, superstar." he teased.
I laughed. "Good morning, Nathan."
I was walking toward my desk when I noticed Ethan already inside his glassed- in office. He looked different this morning — no jacket, sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened. He was staring down at something on his desk, deep in thought.
And just like that, I forgot how to breathe.
He looked up — as if sensing my gaze — and for a moment, our eyes met through the glass. The air between us felt charged. Not in the dramatic movie way, but in that quiet, undeniable way that makes your pulse quicken for no reason.
I quickly looked away, pretending to sort the papers in my hand. My heart was racing, and it made no sense.
By mid -morning, I'd convinced myself I was being silly. It was just admiration, nothing more. Respect. Gratitude. That was all.
