(After two years away, you finally return to the city. The streets feel familiar, but your purpose is heavy. You step out of the cab, eyes locked on the office building that once felt like a second home.
You walk in. Same front desk. Same scent. You head upstairs and stop in front of her door.
You knock.)
(Stephanie:) “Come in.”
(You step inside.)
(She’s seated at your former boss’s desk—her husband’s desk.)
(Stephanie:) “You really came… I wasn’t sure you would.”
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