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Temptation? Yes.
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Back to our second home.
Here in England, the air still smells like fog and roasted almonds near the street cafés.
Same weather. Same skyline. Same routine.
We landed early morning. It's afternoon now.
Lavs was too tired from the journey. She's restarting hospital duty tomorrow, so I asked her to rest. I had a few meetings pending here at A&S.
Now I'm walking into the office—everyone's shocked that I'm early.
I reach my cabin, flick on the lights, and go through the pending mails.
About an hour later, Eshaani enters with a bunch of files and her usual energy. "Welcome back, boss. Jet lag didn't win this time?" she grins.
I shake my head, "Nah, Lavs took the nap bullet this time."
She laughs and places the files in front of me. "Okay, we need to discuss the Paris logistics deal—they want to renegotiate terms. And also, the new marketing head's proposal looks promising."
I nod, flipping through one document. "Set up a call with Paris. If they push it again, we'll pull the plug."
We walk to the meeting room to join the team.
Ivaan's already there, laptop open, coffee in hand.
"Look who returned from his family week," he smirks.
I just chuckle and take my seat.
Ten minutes in, the discussion gets heated when one of the interns makes a dumb suggestion.
"I swear," Eshaani whispers beside me, "When you weren't here, as always, Ivaan was the one handling all your fires."
