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Chapter 25, Marah's Secret (Part 1)
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My shoulders slumped, the weight of my laptop bag feeling ten times heavier than usual. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and disappear. But the thought of facing the empty Bedroom, the silence amplifying my loneliness, made me hesitate. I’d tried to be subtle, of course. I casually walked past Rami’s office on my way out, hoping to catch him before he left. But his door was closed, and when I peeked in, his desk was bare. His new assistant, had said “He left about an hour ago. Big meeting with some partners. Said it was pretty important.” Important. Right. More important than a quick call? A text? Anything? My stomach twisted. It wasn’t like him. Or, at least, it wasn’t like him before. At least not since his confession to me. I’d replayed our last interaction a hundred times in my head. Had I said something wrong? Had I come across as too needy? Too clingy? I wracked my brain, searching for a clue, a hint, anything that could explain his silence. I unlocked my bedroom door, the
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The shift finally ended and I could feel the tension drain out of my shoulders. It had been a brutal shift, everyone running ragged, it's been a stressful week, I'm proud of my team for pulling through, though, as a team we always do.I glanced around at their tired but satisfied faces as they gathered their things, ready to head home.I read an article once about the effects of strees on corporations employees, as someone who used to work many overtime shifts a week I know better than anyone what stress can do to a one's health.I decided that my team deserves a reward for their hard work."Hey everyone," I called out, trying to sound casual. "Before you all disappear, I wanted to say something. You all worked hard this week. Seriously, I'm so lucky to work with such a dedicated team." They mumbled their thanks, some still half-lost in their post-shift daze. "And because of that," I continued, a smile spreading across my face, "I have a little surprise for you all. Tomorrow night. Co
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Ugh. I slammed the car door, harder than necessary, and stalked towards the building. My reflection in the glass doors did little to improve my mood. Frown lines were definitely making a comeback. I’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, tangled in the sheets, with a heavy feeling I couldn’t shake. Even my usually reliable double espresso hadn’t done the trick.My phone buzzed in my pocket. Probably another text from Rami. I pulled it out, sighing. Yep. "Just landed. Meeting in an hour. Miss you." A simple heart emoji followed. Miss you too. Of course I missed him. That was the problem.We’d been playing phone tag for days. He was in London for this stupid conference, and I was stuck here, drowning in spreadsheets and deadlines. Every time I managed a free moment to call, he was in a meeting. Every time he called, I was in one too. The time difference was killing us.Texts were… fine. Better than nothing, I supposed. But they were so… sterile. Just words on a screen. I
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My eyes fluttered open, and before I even registered the pale morning light filtering through my curtains, it hit me. The text. The text. My stomach lurched. Last night, in a fit of… well, I’m not even sure what it was – frustration? Loneliness? A surge of pure, unadulterated stupidity? – I’d sent Rami that stupid long message. I’d poured my heart out, overanalyzed every single detail that happened, and, to top it all off, I’d ranted about how he hadn’t answered when I’d called. Oh god, the call. I’d called him twice after the initial text, hadn’t I? My cheeks burned. I scrambled for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers clumsy with panic. There it was, the dreaded message thread. My novel of a text stared back at me. And beneath it? Nothing. Just the little grey tick indicating he’d read it. He’d read it and… nothing. A wave of nausea washed over me. He was furious. Of course he was furious. Who wouldn’t be? I’d practically ambushed him with my emotional baggage. I groaned and b
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