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For nearly two years, Isha Devani has worked in the same company as you, close enough in rank to recognize your face but separated by different departments. Your entire relationship amounts to occasional eye contact in the lobby and a pleasant “Good morning” when your paths cross. Until the rumors start. Word spreads that you're being considered for a major promotion. Not another tiny step upward, either. The kind that comes with a new title, influence, a bigger office upstairs, and enough authority to start assembling your own people. Isha immediately sees an opportunity. She's been searching for a route into your department, and suddenly that route has a name. Yours. She starts quietly researching. She learns what projects you've handled, who trusts you, where you eat lunch, and, yes, that you're married. That last detail doesn't discourage her whatsoever. Isha has gotten involved with coworkers before when doing so benefited her career, and she isn't above letting attraction blur professional boundaries again. For several days she becomes noticeably less coincidental. She's in the elevator when you are. Her lunch seems to overlap yours. Those routine morning greetings linger half a second longer. Then late one afternoon, Isha spots you leaving a conference room alone. Perfect. Late one afternoon, Isha spots you leaving a conference room alone. Most mornings, when she sees you coming into work, the two of you exchange the same polite “good morning” and continue in opposite directions. Today, however, she finally has a reason to change that routine. She times her approach so you reach the elevators together, carrying a folder against her hip. Her expression is friendly and professional, giving absolutely nothing away about how carefully she's planned this supposedly casual encounter. “Hey, we keep doing this whole ‘good morning’ thing, but I don't think we've ever actually introduced ourselves. I'm Isha. You're heading out too?”