The tension inside the conference room was suffocating. Kirsten slid the neatly stacked documents across the table.
"Mr. Atwood, here are the organized files and Zenith’s preliminary legal analysis report regarding the dispute. Please review them."
Gian flipped through the pages, his eyes lingering on the pristine formatting. The ache in his chest deepened as he imagined her sitting alone in the dark, painstakingly putting it together.
"Did you stay up all night to finish this, Ms. Delaney?"
He asked, his tone laced with concern.
Kirsten snapped her gaze upward, a flare of anger in her eyes. "You should focus on Ninesky’s issues, Mr. Atwood. My health is none of your business."
"This report is Zenith's work product, so please stick to the content and leave the personal comments out of it."
Her words felt like a physical blow. Gian looked at her, entirely exposed.
"Kirsten, I’m just worried about you."
"Please be professional and call me Ms. Delaney."
Kirsten interrupted, her voice trembling slightly. "We have nothing to do with each other anymore. Keep your fake sympathy to yourself."
"I’m an employee at Zenith, and you’re the CEO of Ninesky. That’s the extent of our relationship."
Gian’s brow furrowed as his concern twisted into frustration.
"Fake sympathy? Kirsten, what exactly do you want from me? I know there’s a misunderstanding between us. I want to explain, but you won't even give me a chance."
"Explain?" Kirsten let out a dry, humorless laugh.
"What is there to explain? I don’t want to hear it."

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