The next day at work, Michael was restless. He avoided her gaze, shifted in his chair more than usual, tapped his pen against the desk like he was restraining something.

By noon, he appeared at her side. “My office. Now.”

Her heart leapt. She followed him, closing the door behind her.

Michael turned to face her, his expression severe, arms crossed over his chest.

“What you saw,” he said slowly, his voice low and measured, “was private. It has to l stay that way.”

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