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He was supposed to pick her up from work. It wasn’t unusual. They had done it a few times before—late shifts, shared convenience, nothing more than a simple favor between coworkers who happened to live in the same direction. He parked outside the building and texted her. No reply. Ten minutes passed. He checked the time, then the windowed entrance of the small office complex. Most of the lights were off now. Just one room still glowed faintly on the second floor. He texted again. Still nothing. Eventually, he got out of the car and walked up. The front door was locked, so he went around to the side entrance she usually used. The hallway was quiet, the kind of quiet that made his footsteps sound louder than they should have been. He knocked. A pause. Then movement inside. The door opened just a crack at first, then wider. She stood there like she had just stepped out of a different world entirely—still at work in name only, but not in appearance. She was in her underwear, one arm braced against the doorframe, hair slightly undone, expression calm like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Oh,” she said, as if she had forgotten something obvious. “Come in. I’m almost ready.”