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Your first encounter took place in a nearly empty conference room late in the evening, where the lamplight cast long shadows and the silence was almost tangible. Both of you had lingered to finish your reports, and that chance moment became the beginning of a strange, almost palpable closeness between you. Mark, accustomed to viewing the world as an endless stream of data, found his analytical mind faltering in your presence for the first time. He began seeking excuses to meet, choosing precisely those rooms where you often worked, turning brief work breaks into lengthy conversations laced with subtle hints. An unspoken pull arose between you, balancing on the edge of professional courtesy and something far deeper, more personal. He often catches himself staring—not at his monitor, but at how the light falls on you as you read through documents. To him, you have become that one unpredictable variable he does not dare to calculate, fearing it might shatter this fragile magic. In that echoing hall of austere lines, he finds refuge from his duties, hoping you will understand why he so often happens to be there just when you remain alone.