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rily smooth, probably the smooth

ks away. No sudden assignments that had her canceling weekend plans. No i

th

ting the peace. But instead, an unsettling feeling sat in t

lled around, she coul

office, a tray in her han

s papers. "Thanks." His tone was

about the toast not being golden brown eno

desk and shifted awkwardly.

r a second. Then, as if catching himself, he contin

lie. Mia

lips. "Am I g

ed, his pen stopping

had jinxed herself. Maybe all those times she h

ice as hard. I'll be in the office by 7 a.m. I'll travel across the

ia

ut her

dge of his nose, exhali

nked. "

Finding a new one would take months, endless applications, and an

tioning look. "Unless y

e forced a laugh, tryi

apers in front of him. "I need to fo

step back toward the door. "I'll

spond, already ab

oor behind her, she let out a breath

g her head as she walked back to her desk.

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ghts. Across the small café table, Ch

sked, still a

ling you about this whole supermarket drama between the securi

. "I was l

her chair, arms cross

, rubbing

... don't tell me you're still

short laugh.

er elbows on the table. "Did your boss make you w

didn't need Chloe going on another anti

inted. "T

sighed. "He's been a

ho

bo

ed her chin on her

don't even know. H

brow. "And that

gle ridiculous demand. No sudden calls. No unreasona

ell, isn't that what you've been praying for? F

ly. "Yeah... bu

ybe he finally realized he doesn't need to tr

nse, but the unease

ake. "You should forget about work for now. I

," Mia m

against her bag. She hesitated, t

e it

ed th

s ago, taking it wherever she went

lding the thin strand

nted. "Wha

cally. "This... is

"Okay, now you

s. "Remember that carnival last week?

widened. "Y

fun." Mia slumped back in her chair. "She told me my 'destined

h, trying not to laugh

roaned, tossing the

eld some great secrets. "And this is suppos

k her head. "I don't e

ybe deep down, you

into her bag. "Please. If fate was real, it wouldn'

cake. "Still, you should keep it. Who knows?

ah," Mia

holding h

mptied her bag and found the t

ned her drawer and plac

my 'destined person,'" she murmured sa

eant to

eason, the tho

late hour, Raymond sat at his desk,his jaw tight, fingers gripping a document

eath that controlled exterior, somethin

at the paper

whisper, he asked. "Why does sh

d it off, sha

ing, just a

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