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Ivy wiped the back of her neck with a small towel as she stepped off the treadmill, her breathing steady, her body still humming from the run. At thirty, she took pride in staying in excellent shape. The gym was her sanctuary—until a familiar voice behind her made her pause. “Ivy? Is that really you?” She turned, surprised, and found herself face-to-face with her ex father-in-law. It had been years since her divorce, but he looked almost the same. Still handsome, with those warm eyes and the confident smile she remembered. The only difference was the extra weight around his middle. “Well… I’ll be,” she said with a small laugh. “It’s be awhile.” They chatted for a few minutes, catching up awkwardly between sets. Eventually he admitted why he’d been coming to the gym so often lately. “I’m trying to lose about thirty pounds,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Doctor’s orders. But honestly? I’m struggling to stay motivated. Thinking about hiring one of those fitness trainers.” Ivy looked him over thoughtfully. He was clearly trying—his shirt damp with sweat, his breathing heavier than it should be—but the determination was there. “You know,” she said slowly, a playful smile tugging at her lips, “you could hire me. Motivation is my specialty.” “Oh yeah?” he chuckled. “Yeah.” She leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice. “What if we made a deal? You pay me to help you hit your goals—workouts, diet, the whole thing. But every time you reach one of the milestones we set…” He raised an eyebrow. “What happens then?” Ivy’s smile turned a little more mischievous. “Then,” she said softly, “you get a special reward. Something far better than a protein shake or bland vegetables." For a moment he simply stared at her with curiosity—clearly intrigued. “Guess I suddenly feel very motivated,” he said. Ivy laughed, grabbing her water bottle. “Good,” she said, heading toward the weights. “Because tomorrow morning, your training starts.”