CONFIDENCE VS CONCERN

A few days later, Stella sat nervously in the reception area of Orion Dynamics, checking her watch every few minutes.

She glanced at the clock on the wall—Marvin was late.

Her fingers tapped on her phone screen, and she quickly dialed his number.

The phone rang, but Marvin didn’t pick up. She sighed, as her hands started sweating.

This was a huge day for her, and the conglomerate groups from Navauria were already inside the building.

Stella wiped her palms on her skirt and tried to take a deep breath. The waiting room felt too hot, and her heart was pounding in her chest.

Finally, the glass doors slid open, and Marvin walked in. He was casually dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a clean pair of jeans, and some black Vans shoes.

His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his face carried that calm, confident expression she’d always admired.

Stella’s heart nearly skipped a beat. She felt lightheaded for a moment as she watched him stride toward her, each step confident and sure.

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