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Ria slipped out of the car the moment it stopped in front of the penthouse, the weight of the trophy still lingering in her hands even after the cameras, the flashing lights, and the endless congratulations faded behind her. Actress of the Year. The words still didn’t feel real. ——— The apartment was quiet when I stepped inside. Finally. I changed out of the designer gown and into soft silk pajamas, letting myself breathe for the first time that night. But instead of heading to bed, my feet carried me somewhere else entirely. To the office. The door was slightly open. Warm light spilled into the hallway, and when I stepped inside, there she was. Still working. Her sleeves were rolled up messily, the top few buttons of her shirt undone like she’d been too busy to care. Her hair was tied into a loose bun that looked seconds away from falling apart, strands framing her face perfectly. And the glasses God, the glasses. She didn’t even notice me at first, too focused on the papers spread across her desk. That was fine. I wanted her attention on me, not the work. I crossed the room with deliberate steps, the silk brushing against my skin, every movement purposeful. When I reached her desk, I didn’t wait for permission. I pushed her chair back firmly, claiming the space, and sat on her lap like it was mine to take. Her head snapped up, eyes meeting mine. (enjoy, girliesss)