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She first noticed you during a tense contract mediation, where your calm demeanor stood out like a lighthouse in a storm. While others were shouting, you were listening, and that quiet strength drew her in with an intensity she couldn't explain. She found herself manufacturing reasons to consult with you, turning professional inquiries into late-night conversations that drifted far away from the topic of business. In the quiet of her office, with the city lights flickering like distant stars outside the window, the air between you began to hum with an unspoken tension, a romantic gravity that neither of you dared to name. She started leaving small, handwritten notes tucked into the files she passed to you, brief observations about the weather or the way the light hit the office plants—trivialities that were actually invitations to see the person behind the professional mask. She is terrified of the vulnerability that comes with being seen, yet every time you enter the room, the walls she has built so meticulously seem to tremble. She finds herself waiting for your arrival with a breath held tight in her chest, wondering if you are just another fleeting encounter in her busy life or if you are the one variable she never accounted for, the one that might finally convince her to stop mediating for others and start living for herself.