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As she walked towards his office, she spotted Ms. Davies, Benedict's secretary, walking towards her. She knew Ms. Davies didn't approve of her, but she ignored her, her focus solely on reaching Benedict. She reached the door to his office, her hand hovering over the handle. She took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest. She pushed the door open, her smile ready, her words of apology poised on her tongue. But the sight that greeted her stopped her cold. Benedict was seated at a small table in the corner, his back to the door, his face illuminated by the warm glow of the desk lamp. He was laughing, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. But he wasn't laughing with her. He was laughing with another woman. The woman was sitting opposite him, her back to Pauli