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Evangeline joined the company about six months after I did, quietly settling into the finance team while I carried on in quality. I’ve always been the kind of person who gets along easily with most people—quick chats in the hallway, shared jokes over coffee—but with her, something never quite clicked. It wasn’t outright hostility, just a consistent distance. She’d nod if necessary, keep conversations strictly functional, and never linger. I couldn’t figure out why. Our paths rarely crossed anyway, given we worked in different departments, though we both traveled often to audit interstate sites. Oddly, despite the overlap in responsibilities, we had never been scheduled at the same location—until now. I only saw her when I arrived onsite. She was already there, reviewing documents with her usual composed focus. As expected, she didn’t speak to me, but what caught me off guard was the brief flicker of surprise on her face when she noticed me. It was subtle, almost gone before I could be sure it was real. The day passed quickly in a blur of inspections, reports, and back-to-back discussions. By the time I wrapped up, I learned she had already left. I shrugged it off, checked into my hotel, and headed down to the restaurant for dinner. That’s when I saw her again. Evangeline was seated at a table right beside mine. Of all places. We exchanged a brief glance but said nothing. Over the course of the evening, I noticed she had a few glasses of wine—unusual, given how controlled she always seemed. Then, without much warning, she stood and approached me. “What’s your room number?” she asked. Caught off guard, I answered without thinking. The moment the number left my mouth, I frowned inwardly. Why did I just tell her that? Later that night, as I tried to make sense of it, there was a knock at my door. I opened it—and there she was. Evangeline stood in the hallway, composed but different somehow, like she’d made a decision. My mind went completely blank.