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“I wanted proof,” I say. “She’s giving it.”

Caterina’s pen stops. She meets my eyes, a small, real smile. “Good.”

Silence for a beat. It’s the easy kind. Work sorted. Roles clear.

And I’ve got to get moving.

I stand and take the folder. “I’ll move on this now.”

She nods once. “Text me when Bianca signs. I’ll keep the afternoon clear in case you need anything.”

“I won’t,” I say, but I know she’ll be ready anyway.

I reach for the handle.She adds, “And Tío? Thanks.”

I tip the folder in a little salute. “That’s what I’m here for, nipote.”

Her mouth twitches.

I open the door. Cool hallway air slips in. I step out, the click of the latch neat behind me. The weight of the folder is right in my hand. This is a real problem with real solutions I can work toward.

Work I can finish, a problem I can put to bed.

I head down the corridor, thoughts lined up in order: affidavit, board paper, courier, Trenton. Keep it simple, keep it moving. I don’t look toward Marketing.

Elevator button. Light. Doors part.

I get in.

Chapter Seven

Olivia

I stare at the subject line as if it might answer for me.

Thank you.

Too plain. Too eager. Too… everything.

I type: “Thank you for the chair.”

I delete “the.” Now it reads “Thank you for chair,” which sounds like a caveman sending a receipt. I put “the” back. I add “—it saved my back.” I delete that, because saved is dramatic, and why am I incapable of sounding like a normal professional human being?

I sit back, cross my ankle over my knee, uncross it, and whisper to no one, “Get a grip, Liv.”

The cursor sits there, blinking at me like a dare. Roberto didn’t even make a thing out of it. He made it clear in that even tone of his that it wasn’t a complaint. It was a fixable problem.

Which is why, an hour after he walked out of my office, Facilities rolled in a loaner with actual lumbar support and a seat that didn’t croak like a toad.

Now I can sit longer than five minutes without sacrificing my spine and tailbone. Heaven.

I try again.

Subject: Chair

Hi Roberto—

Thank you for arranging the chair. I appreciate it.