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    The woman helped him out, whispering in his ear, “Nasir, you’re tired. I booked a room upstairs. I’ll go with you to rest.”


    Nasir shoved her aside without a second nce. His voice was rough, almost a growl. “Amanda…”


    Ignoring the woman’s startled gasp, he signaled for his driver. “Take me to Amanda’s ce.”


    Arriving in the dead of night, he pounded on her door, his fists like thunder against the wood. No answer.


    His mind, clouded by alcohol and suspicion, spun wildly. Could she be with that punk? Bang! Bang! Bang!


    The force of his pounding sent echoes through the hallway, loud enough to rouse security. “Mr. Diaz! Please, calm down!”


    Even as three guards pulled him back, Nasir fought like a man possessed. “Amanda, you dare betray me? Come out, now!”


    “Mr. Diaz, Ms. Duffy moved out a long time ago.”


    Nasir froze, the haze in his mind lifting just enough for rity to strike.


    He had forgotten the Duffy family’s assets had long been seized by the bank. Amanda was no longer the pampered heiress she once was.


    After he left, the security guards lingered, speaking in hushed voices. “Ms. Duffy is truly pitiful. She stood by that man for years. Her father built him up, gave him everything. And what did he do? Once he had power, he turned on them—had her father thrown in prison like he was nothing.”


    “She must have been blind. Her whole family treated him like their own, and he repaid them with a knife in the back.”


    “And after all that, he still has the audacity toe here? Some people have no shame.”


    “Say what you will, but he’s still a dangerous man. Best to keep our mouths shut.”


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    “We should call Ms. Duffy. She needs to know what happened tonight.”


    Rnd encountered Amanda again during his dailymute, a chance meeting that would subtly shift the rhythm of his days.


    There she sat at the bus stop, draped in a flowing floral dress that brushed her ankles, her gaze lost in the distant horizon across the street. Her usual vibrant demeanor had dimmed, leaving only a mncholic shadow.


    Fate seemed to have its own ns, as they found themselves settling into adjacent seats on the bus.


    “Has your hand healed?” Her voice carried a note of genuine concern. The gauze wrapped around Rnd’s hand resembled an artist’s fingerless glove, though it hardly interfered with his daily tasks.


    “It’s fine.”


    The silence that followed spoke volumes between them.


    Day after day, like clockwork, Amanda appeared during his morningmute, bing as much a part of his routine as his morning coffee.


    Such is how habits take root—through the gentle persistence of repeated encounters.


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