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The morning came with a quiet kind of intensity — the kind that buzzed just beneath the surface of a busy office.
Amanda arrived early, as usual, already two coffees deep and focused on preparing the notes for Ericka's afternoon meeting. Her mind was clear, her energy grounded. Last night's conversation still lingered in her chest, warm and honest.
But peace never lasted long at Mathews Sinclair.
At 9:17 AM sharp, Ava appeared beside Amanda's desk, holding two lattes and that same confident grin that always rode the edge of flirtation.
"Figured you'd be halfway through a spreadsheet by now," Ava said, setting one of the cups on Amanda's desk without being asked.
Amanda didn't look up immediately. "I'm always halfway through something."
"Thought you could use a break." Ava leaned her hip against the edge of the desk, inching just a little too close.
Amanda finally met her eyes. "Thanks. I'm good."
Ava didn't move. "You sure? I feel like we got cut off last time. Some people just can't handle bold women."
Amanda's fingers paused on the keyboard.
Ava's gaze flicked toward the glass wall across the floor — toward Ericka's closed office door.
Then she leaned down slightly, her voice dipping. "But I have a feeling you can."
Amanda's lips pressed into a thin line.
She stood slowly, turning to face Ava directly, her voice even and cool. "You're playing a game you don't understand."
Ava blinked, smile faltering. "Excuse me?"
"You're assuming," Amanda continued, her tone razor-sharp, "that I'm an invitation. I'm not."
Ava straightened, her posture stiffening. "It's just a drink."
"No, Ava," Amanda said calmly, "it's not."
The air between them tightened.
And then — the sound of a door opening.
Both women turned.
Ericka stood in her office doorway, her expression unreadable. She didn't say a word. Just looked between them. Once. Twice.
Ava cleared her throat. "Morning, Ms. Mathews."
Ericka offered a thin smile. "I trust everything's running smoothly?"
Amanda's voice was steady. "Absolutely."
Ava opened her mouth to say something else, but Ericka's gaze had already moved past her.
"Amanda," she said, her voice cool but clear, "can I see you for a moment?"
Amanda nodded and followed Ericka inside, the glass door closing behind her with a soft click.
For a long beat, they didn't speak.
Then Ericka turned, her eyes locking on Amanda's. "Everything alright out there?"
Amanda nodded. "Handled."
Ericka stepped closer, voice low. "Do I need to handle it?"
Amanda shook her head. "No. I've got it."
Ericka stared at her for another moment, then softened. "You always do."
Amanda exhaled, letting herself smile.
The office was unusually quiet for mid-afternoon. Most of the team had stepped out for late lunches or back-to-back calls, leaving the glass-walled floor bathed in soft light and silence.
Amanda stood near the legal cabinet in the executive corner. She'd already texted Ava to meet her in the conference room.
Ava arrived five minutes late, as always.
"Wow," she said with a playful smirk as she walked in, "formal setting. What's this, a mid-day intervention?"
Amanda didn't rise to it. She simply handed her the folder.
Ava raised an eyebrow as she took it. "What's this?"
"NDA," Amanda said plainly. "Standard legal language. Confidentiality. Non-disclosure. You said you were serious the other day. This is what serious looks like."
Ava blinked, clearly caught off guard. "You're actually making me sign one?"
Amanda leaned against the table, arms crossed but relaxed. "No one's making you do anything. But you can't play in this sandbox unless you understand the rules."
Ava opened the folder and skimmed the first few lines. Her voice dropped a little, her grin returning. "You came prepared."
"I always am," Amanda replied, cool and steady. "But let's be clear—this doesn't mean anything is going to happen. It just protects what's already in place."
Ava glanced up. "So this is about her."
Amanda didn't flinch. "This is about protecting our company. Our boundaries. And our choices. You're either in or you're out."
There was a long pause, thick with a thousand unspoken things.
Ava set the folder down, picked up the pen, and signed her name with a fluid flick of her wrist.
"Guess I'm in," she said, sliding it back toward Amanda. "For now."
Amanda nodded, collecting the folder without a word. She turned to go, but Ava's voice followed her.
"You know, you're kind of terrifying when you're like this."
Amanda paused at the door, then looked over her shoulder with a faint, knowing smile. "You have no idea."
She stepped out, folder in hand, leaving Ava standing there alone—with her curiosity stirred and her signature on the line.
And behind the privacy glass down the hall, Ericka watched the whole thing unfold... smiling just a little too much.
Amanda stepped into Ericka's office, her heels soft against the floor, a folder tucked under one arm and a spark in her eye.
Ericka looked up from her desk, her brow already raised. "Is that what I think it is?"
Amanda closed the door behind her with a soft click and held up the signed NDA. "Stamped and delivered."
Ericka stood slowly, circling around the desk like a panther sizing up the room. "She really signed it."
"She really signed it," Amanda confirmed, setting the folder on the desk like a trophy.
Ericka's gaze slid from the paper to Amanda's face, something darker and more playful blooming behind her eyes. "And what exactly does that mean for us?"
Amanda crossed her arms loosely, leaning a hip against the edge of the desk. "It means the boundary's moved. Not erased. But... flexible."
Ericka took a step closer, then another. "Are we testing that flexibility?"
Amanda didn't look away. "Are we?"
There was a long beat of silence—heavy, electric.
Then Ericka reached out and brushed Amanda's hair back behind her ear. "You know what's dangerous?"
Amanda smirked. "Let me guess—me?"
Ericka's voice dipped low. "Us. When we start entertaining ideas."
Amanda leaned in just enough that their lips almost brushed. "Then maybe we stop entertaining... and start exploring and see where it goes."