Before I stepped into the office, I patiently awaited Bella's arrival. Purposefully arriving in the early morning alongside Eros, I harbored a strong desire to engage her in conversation. I longed to see her face me without a trace of fear and witness that radiant smile that would always illuminate her countenance. Alas, such a reunion did not come to pass. As she finally arrived, a pallor overcame her face, a clear manifestation of shock. "S-Sophia?" she stammered, taking an instinctive step backward. Calling out to her, I closed the distance, my voice filled with urgency, "Bella..." Yet, she continued to retreat, her trepidation palpable. I swallowed hard, gathering my courage, and implored, "Please, Bella, don't be afraid of me." She cast anxious glances at our colleagues, ensuring the privacy of our impending conversation. Clutching her bag tightly, she seemed incapable of shedding her fear, as if it were an indelible part of her being. "I have not divulged anything about you
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