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~Dylan’s POV
When I finally handled the issue with the factory, my head was still full. Between signing documents, arguing with suppliers, and fixing what useless people had destroyed, I felt like I had been fighting an invisible war. All I wanted was to return to the office and see her. Sit across from her again. Maybe just watch her sip her tea like she always did, slowly, like she was tasting her safety.
The moment I stepped inside, something felt off. The air felt too quiet. Too empty.
I walked to her desk, expecting her head to lift at the sound of my footsteps. Expecting her eyes to meet mine like they always did. But the seat was empty. Her bag was gone. Her files were arranged. Not a single trace of her remained.
It hit me harder than I wanted to admit.
A small irritation
