We sat in my small kitchen, drinking cheap tea out of mismatched mugs. She told me everything. She had walked away from the board, the stress, and the fake life she had built.
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“I realized something when they fired me,” she said, tracing the rim of her cup. “I wasn’t sad about losing the company. I was sad that I didn’t have anyone to tell about it.”
She looked at me, her eyes clear and honest. “I’m tired of the armor, Ivan. I want to try being just Anna. If the offer is still open.”
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“The door is always open,” I said, smiling. It was the truth. The scandal had burned our old lives to the ground, but it cleared the soil for something real to grow.