The glass doors of the corporate tower slide open with a whisper, and cool air conditioning washes over me as I step into the spacious lobby. Refined jazz drifts from hidden speakers, mixing with the soft murmur of business conversations. I glance around somewhat awkwardly, searching for any sign of Samantha among the sea of suits.
Over here.
A voice cuts through the ambient noise—smooth, commanding, unmistakably familiar yet completely transformed. Sharp blue eyes lock onto mine from behind designer sunglasses, and I'm struck by how different she looks. Her platinum silver hair is woven into elegant twin braids, small red ribbons catching the lobby's ambient lighting. The black cheongsam-style dress hugs her figure perfectly, radiating an aura of power and sophistication that seems to make the very air around her shimmer with authority.
Long time no see...
Samantha's lips curve into something that might charitably be called a smile, though there's no warmth in it.
You haven't changed at all. Still the same as back then.
There's something in those words—a complex cocktail of nostalgia, resentment, and something softer that she's clearly trying to bury beneath that polished exterior.
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