“You look tired, Van.”

Revaldo offered her a cup of black coffee, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at the woman in front of him.

Vania glanced at him briefly, her lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She accepted the cup, then turned her gaze back to the laptop on her desk. Her fingers typed rapidly, yet her expression remained flat—cold, like the first snow of autumn touching the earth.

“I’m just trying to focus, Val. That’s all.”

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