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Coffee, Questions, and Complications
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2024-12-24 06:33:48Isabella -
By the time I reached my third cup of coffee, I could barely feel the caffeine anymore. Sleep had been a distant dream, thanks to Logan’s... insatiable energy. Honestly, did the man run on a secret power source? And now, I was stuck in a conference room, trying not to fall asleep as Logan confidently detailed how he’d clinched the Fintech deal.
He stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding, his voice smooth and professional. It was maddening how effortlessly he could switch from the charming rogue who... well, kept me up all night, to the sharp and astute businessman everyone admired.
I avoided looking at him too much during the meeting. Not because I didn’t want to, but because every time I did, memories of the weekend would flash through my mind, and I was sure my face would betray me.
When the meeting fi
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