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    She opened the door to find Rutherford dressed casually—light sweatshirt, athletic pants, and a warm smile.


    “I went for a morning run and thought about you drinkingst night, so I grabbed some oatmeal and a light breakfast,” Rutherford said.<fne6a6> This content belongs to f?ndnovel</fne6a6>


    He set the contents neatly on the table: two boiled eggs, a bowl of oatmeal, and some lemonade for her hangover.


    Ste looked at the spread, her heart warming. “Mr. Schoenberg, thank you for this. How much do I owe you?”


    She reached for her phone to send him money, but Rutherford just waved her off.


    “It’s just diner food,” he said casually. “Consider it an apology. I shouldn’t have let you drink that muchst night.”


    Honestly, he hadn’t expected things to go that way.


    If Ryan hadn’t pushed that drinking game, and if Ste hadn’t been so set on avoiding William, maybe she wouldn’t have knocked back so many rounds.


    “My bad luck in the game is on me, not you,” Ste said with a small smile.


    Ste was seated at her dining table, quietly enjoying the breakfast Rutherford had brought over.


    It tasted really good, like something from a warm, homey diner.


    When she finished eating, she felt full and happy.


    “Ms. Gilbert,” Rutherford began, “I’m in Choria for a friend’s birthday, but I’ve also got a bit of work to handle. We just received a batch of new equipment, and I’ve set one aside for the Choria Institute. I haven’t tested it yet. If you’re free, do you want to check it out with me?”


    Ste’s eyes lit up at the mention of equipment. That was her thing. New tech always sparked her interest.


    She leaned forward slightly. “You mean right now?” It was clear she was excited.


    Rutherford could see it in the way she perked up. Her job wasn’t just work; it was something she truly loved.


    He admired that. Not everyone managed to turn what they loved into their career.


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    They stepped out of the apartment together, and while they waited for the elevator, the door behind them opened.


    It was William. He stepped out, dressed neatly in a suit, looking polished but exhausted.


    Though he hadn’t drunk heavily the night before, Ste’s distant attitude had left him restless. He’d barely gotten any sleep and had an early meeting at the Briggs Group that morning.


    He’d heard Ste’s door earlier and, out of instinct, checked.


    What he didn’t expect was to see Rutherfording out of her apartment. So, Rutherford was serious about going after her, just like he saidst night.


    Rutherford saw William and greeted him like everything was perfectly normal.


    “Heading to the Briggs Group?”


    William gave a quiet “Yeah,” barely louder than a whisper.


    The elevator arrived, and the three of them stepped inside.


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